If I scooch all the way to the edge, my whole feet are under water. I hear the light splashes but not much else. I make little circles and swirls and I feel ten again. Trees of all the colors of green, beige and brown surround me as they rustle. The pond is so round. Almost too perfect. Little birds talk to each other here and there, but I can’t make out what they are saying.
I look down to my my left hand flat next to me against the worn cinnamon and chestnut wood. It’s pink with sun but it doesn’t hurt, yet. A fish kissed the surface but he was gone before I could turn fast enough to say hi.
I love the solace. I feel warm and happy to be surrounded by water. But I also feel so under the water of being there alone. All the way at the bottom.
I hope a fisherman will come and sit with me. I’d love to chat or just sit quiet while he catches and releases.
Maybe he could help me understand the birds.
HEATHERLAND 
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