Read the water. It knows the sky.
The reading apparatus is less the eye than the skin, and the body that receives the skin’s reading, but the eye locates the reading and gives it expanse. It follows that if you want to read the water, look up:
That lakes and sky appear profoundly separate is a ghost of mammalian consciousness. If you want to see the weather, look away from yourself. You will find yourself there with a non-mammalian consciousness. Or here.
The Sinlahekins used to cross over to this valley from the Colville Indian Reservation to read the coming weather, here in Conconully, the land where one hears into the thunder’s country. Then they rode back. They knew what to do with the information they had gathered.
The coming was already the knowing.