I lie in the fine, sandy silt, looking up through the depths of shimmering, spring water. Ripples create an abstract image of broken colors in the sky, and I pretend I am in a Monet painting.
The changing light and shifting current, a kaleidoscope of movement, mesmerizes me. I long to stay in my silent, liquid world.
My lungs complain, yet my heart says, wait.
Thin spiral notebook 
Beautiful
Last line is perfect
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Beautiful. “My lungs complain, but my heart says wait”. Feels like a metaphor for times of anxious waiting.
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Yes! Sometimes we feel like we’re drowning in our troubles, and want to give up, when we really need to just hold on a little longer.
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Such a great story… I love seeing fiction put to these photo prompts, and this was such a good interpretation.
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Thank you, Laura. I try to include some sort of story with every photo I post.
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Very cool! The words and the photo! I love the concept of viewing the trees and sky from below the surface of the water. And your photo makes it feel so real.
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Wait until? Until the breathe betrays the body, or the body figures out a way to continue to paint the “broken sky”?
Love this.
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Nice one, Tara.
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Neat photo and story.
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