Mossgreen walls and the water rising, sailboat rocking.
Outside a boy points There! There! and the gull takes off, wheels over the liquid surface, scum stripe gathered by current. Sky is a hopeful blue.
I think, while walking above, that I could plummet so easily into the coolwatergreen. Into the thick glass, into the fishworld. But there is this metal bridge to cross and on the other side so many flowers and the rest of the day left to open.