I lie as a pebble on the bed of a lake, watching the sky as morning breaks before my eyes, bringing swooping swallows in its wake.
The small, perfectly round ripples from their acrobatic, on-the-wing sip, spread out all about me. I feel the mirrored reflection of those same ripples gently warming my cool, smooth surface in undulating waves of soft diffused sunlight.
A school of silver minnows passes by me, darting in and out of the waving weeds, in a nimble game of hide and seek. I watch their playful antics with a gentle smile.
Still, I find myself content to stay right here; unmoving and serene, in pure, undisturbed perfection. Happy to just exist beneath the dappled sunlight from overhanging bows, which drip their green leafy offerings towards the still, crystal-clear water.
I let my mind drift there, gently caressed, by the faint sound of lapping waves on some distant sandy shore.
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