I tried to take a photo of this bird in the murky pond whilst it was flapping its wings, but I wasn’t fast enough to catch the movement. It’s huddled still, and the pond is so full of leaves and plants you can barely tell it is water. I can make out the baby fountain, but the rest is stone still,even the shadows.
To some, this water looks disgusting, dead, stale. But it is full of life and growth. So much, that it would almost be possible to walk on water…
These stones could be fairy cliffs, and the leaves are magic boats. I invented a civilisation in the time it took me to push one button. There is a whole hidden world, still, underneath.
This jarred a bit, at first. It didn’t fit, but it has its place, hovering on the weeds. It was a pond full of rubbish, after all, that the world had brought there. This plastic bottle was the only thing without life – the only thing that didn’t smell, or breathe. But it was there because someone put it there, or no one thought it was worth moving. This is why everything is where it is, it was either important, or unimportant, to somebody.
I didn’t move the bottle. It gave its message to me, and I wondered if anyone else would find it. It was important to me to leave it, for a bit. If it is still there next time I pass the pond, I’ll move it.