Still Forty

Friday named the mark — Orlík at three thirty-four and sixty. What arrives goes through. About fifteen. The surface holds.

Slapy opens its stored room for the first time since they filled it — twenty-five more to keep the named forty at Vrané.

Prague gets what it was named. Sunday mainly clear at sixteen. Sunset still nineteen thirty-six.

The river looks the same. The basin lending it has moved one step down.