In the depths of the muck and algae, she could see shapes and even the canopy above her. A few birds darted in the high branches and chittered lightly. Then she heard a sound behind her. Instead of turning, she looked into the water. It was still, the swamp had suddenly grown very quiet as the birds dispersed and flew away at the intrusion. A short burst of wind hit her bare back making a shiver run up her spine. She didn't move and then her eyes darted to a new shape in the water. A reflection that made her eyes refocus. It was an angel, just like her, one she had seen before but from so long ago, as if a dream she once had was captured in the very edge of the water.