Summer 2016

Somewhere, the blue turns into green – somewhere I can see but can’t say. I tried for a long time to be convinced that there was no trick on my eyes, and I dove in, thinking, “soon, I’ll be in the water.”

I wrestled with the lake, grabbing hopelessly at the spaces between the blue and the green, the little flickers of light. It was like grabbing at the gravel in the road for every fleck of mica.