Paintbox

riverbed

Water rushes all around me,

Encasing my body in a pocket of cool salt as I'm swept aside.

The exhilarating sense of freedom,

and impending doom as I crash into the riverbed.

Gasping for air I see blades of dewdropped grass and bright mushrooms-

for a second.

As I'm pushed along the current I'm reminded of the feeling of water-on-scales as I fall down amother dip.

This is how mermaids feel when they race, no?

Twists, turns, much like the dives a bird makes in the sky,

But the only glimpse of sun I have is the freckled spots of orange on the surface.

Seconds of warmth surrounded by bitter air as I'm trown above water,

into the sky as if I were a fairy,

only to be submerged again.

Embedded into a gathering of roots,

half in, half out of water

I can finally see the span of darkened trees and moss,

glowing with every sunbeam that escapes through the leaves.

The best of both worlds-

Tranquility.

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