I look up from my world and see the sky overhead instead of at my feet. Branches twist away from me in both directions as the sun rises from the deep to cross the threshold to the Above.
Oh how I would like to tread in this world, where everything is the same, yet reflected and different to my own. What would it be like to breathe air and not water, feel the firmness of a path between my toes and not the tickling trickle of a million raindrops.
They say better the devil you know, and my world is just as wonderful and magical as that above the surface. As the trees embrace the sky, their twins delve into the darkness, but the light of a new day is as bright, if only for a moment, and something both worlds can share.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See photo challenge.
For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a copse of trees, reflected in the water. There is a mystical light shining between the trees that’s also reflected in water.