Sun slides behind mountain tops.
Gold illuminates rugged land.
Black creeps through valley slopes.
Silver ripples the saline loch.
Midges rattle in moving clouds.
Peat aroma disperses through heavy air.
Cool air touches goosebumped skin.
Storm clouds brew at edge of sky.
A milky veil closes in.
Details turn to hazy blur.
A vaulted sky.
A million rivulets on everything.
Golden, navy blue and moss green together like a painting that shouldn’t make sense but does, in harmony and with beauty, as well. Little white flowers on thin long green stems, delicate spindly forms, bordering its edge. There is both figure and ground in the whole image of the pond. Depending on what I focus on I can see either shapes of rocks and plants, and lily pads reaching for the sun or else reflections of surrounding trees and skies; I cannot see both at the same time. The deepest part of the pool, at the centre, stays hidden in impenetrable black; no light gets in or out.
On warm days frogs sit sunbathing, feeling rays on their spotted backs, while their feet keep cool in the wet. If I keep still and watch, things happen. Insects skate across its surface with buoyant feet, birds and wasps stop to drink, leaves fall in and ripples appear – I wonder where the vibrating rings go next.