Green Pond

Whoosh. The slight breeze from the South glides over the open water. The autumn leaves bristle; disturbed from their short term resting place. A pair of songbirds dance with one another, as they cross the pond. Underneath them, hidden from all but the most watchful eyes, lie bass and other fish. These aquatic creatures can be seen for a second when they lunge from the water to grab a bite to eat. The food they feast on comes in the form of small bugs that swarm and hover over both land and water. Though numerous, these small beings are quickly brushed aside when the breeze comes back. They are relentless buggers; when the breeze vanishes, they come back as quickly as they left. High above, the clouds pass across the baby blue sky. For up here, time is forever, the clouds go wherever the wind takes them. Quite contradictory, small biplanes that share the air go wherever they please, untethered to a will of another. This is the way Green Pond works. Everyone and everything interacts with each other–the fish and the bugs, the wind and bugs, and the clouds and planes.

But this is only Fall. There are still three more seasons to be witnessed.

Winter is coming.

~ by aeromano on November 25, 2017.

 
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