The fields around the Glenmore Reservoir are carefully tended, level fields of grass. The mosquitoes are an endless, continuous cloud. Millions and millions and millions of them. They have no trouble whatsoever moving at walking speed. It is their natural cadence.
They have not begun biting this early in spring, although of course will take a taste if given inducement. But if they were in the biting season, we would have been covered by a grey veil slowly tinting red.
Endless endless waves of mosquitoes. They will all be dead this time next year.