Three Tides, page 1 of 12

Dawn rises on the far side of the pool at first light and Pip stands on his stone facing her, both of them entirely at ease.

She came at first light now, and again at dusk, as if mornings had been running at half strength for years.

She came up on the deep side, which had stopped being not her side.

Pip adjusted to abundance. It took him about a day.