FLOATING MIDAIR
I awoke with a light of dawn so subtle I barely woke up at all. A slight stroke of sunlight captured me from a daze, introducing my eyes to the view. The sea with its exceptional brilliance of blue formed the backdrop to the garden: the flowers blossoming, taking full advantage of the rays of sun giving them that special luminance only obtainable in the summer. Flowers ranged from white to fluorescent pink – aligned in rows of perfect uniformity around the water. A mild breeze counteracted the humidity typi- cal of the south of France in August, and yet no haze obscured the Mediterranean panorama. I could not help but think the vividness of appearance here was somewhat fruitless, however enjoyed in hopeless solitude. Balmy warmth then flowed over as if it came from a hearth – melting my eyes closed. In the midst of sleep the pool sat silently alone, reflecting the azure sky with the occasional ripple picked up by the wind. An ominous emptiness occupied the property until a flock of geese transcended the quiet. Fluttering its wings, the mother goose made quite a splash, followed by the somewhat hushed splatter of her goslings. My eyes were drawn to the geese floating carelessly with a reassuring presence at which one could only marvel.They were enjoying the weather that had finally come to terms with me. Grey skies that would diminish the flora and cast shadow over the pool were no longer present; the water was clearer than ever before – reflecting the azure air so much so that its mere presence became difficult to discern. Only the geese stood out, as though they were floating midair, with a complete and utter disregard for gravity. Carelessly sifting their way through the water they could have been a culmination of fantasy; their happiness was contagious, their eyes were purely at ease. The geese would disappear and then reappear: momentarily losing
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