Water Lily - Object writing
Delicate, illuminated from within. Bobbing on the water, wide leafy pads surround, buckling as they crowd and overlap all around. Get in closer and see jumping little black bugs all over the leaves of green. Many blossoms dance on the water in the distance, peaceful. No fragrance. Starburst stamens of deep gold nest in lightly ridged pointy tipped petals opening to the sky. Dragonfly flits on my arm and powers down his wings, becoming still to be on alert for bugs. His head twists side to side in jerky robot like movements. His wings seem to sparkle with the light, his body neon. The lily shifts suddenly as a frog drags itself up on a neighboring lily pad. A turtle's head surfaces nearby and just as quickly darts back under when it sees me. The breeze crosses my arms and cools the back of my neck. The sun is rising higher and burns hot. No clouds today, just an endless panel of blue-gray above me. Across the way in the shadows, I see a heron where before I would swear there was none. It lifts one leg carefully and slowly, placing it back in the water in its forward stalking of dinner. Its head spears down into the shallows and when it raises back up there is a fish in its beak, tail already beginning to droop as it dies. I shift in my seat in the kayak as I've been sitting in the same position for a while and its beginning to get pretty uncomfortable on my bottom. A temporary relief waves up into my core. My shirt sticks low to my back. I dip my fingers into the water and it is cool. The depths are dark, across the surface a deep blue. The stems from the water lilies make their own gnarly and curled patterns up towards the sky from the bottom, tangling as they get closer to the surface. The breeze ripples across the field of lily pads, lifting them up on their neighbors like ice floes and edges tilt up to the sky, flapping back and forth. The water bumps hollowly against the bow of my boat.
Delicate, illuminated from within. Bobbing on the water, wide leafy pads surround, buckling as they crowd and overlap all around. Get in closer and see jumping little black bugs all over the leaves of green. Many blossoms dance on the water in the distance, peaceful. No fragrance. Starburst stamens of deep gold nest in lightly ridged pointy tipped petals opening to the sky. Dragonfly flits on my arm and powers down his wings, becoming still to be on alert for bugs. His head twists side to side in jerky robot like movements. His wings seem to sparkle with the light, his body neon. The lily shifts suddenly as a frog drags itself up on a neighboring lily pad. A turtle's head surfaces nearby and just as quickly darts back under when it sees me. The breeze crosses my arms and cools the back of my neck. The sun is rising higher and burns hot. No clouds today, just an endless panel of blue-gray above me. Across the way in the shadows, I see a heron where before I would swear there was none. It lifts one leg carefully and slowly, placing it back in the water in its forward stalking of dinner. Its head spears down into the shallows and when it raises back up there is a fish in its beak, tail already beginning to droop as it dies. I shift in my seat in the kayak as I've been sitting in the same position for a while and its beginning to get pretty uncomfortable on my bottom. A temporary relief waves up into my core. My shirt sticks low to my back. I dip my fingers into the water and it is cool. The depths are dark, across the surface a deep blue. The stems from the water lilies make their own gnarly and curled patterns up towards the sky from the bottom, tangling as they get closer to the surface. The breeze ripples across the field of lily pads, lifting them up on their neighbors like ice floes and edges tilt up to the sky, flapping back and forth. The water bumps hollowly against the bow of my boat.