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The Way-Back-in-the-Woods Pines
I haven’t done a water study in a while. Feels like a good morning for a bunch of unconnected sketches.
The finger of water roved over the hard packed dirt like an ant scout looking for the lowest path. In places it paused for orders—or more volume—then ranged forward enthusiastically.
The refraction of the plexiglass merged effortlessly with that of the water. Not only did this bulldozer-sized vat of water defy sharp focus it also held a sand shark.
Yesterday the dr fence boards felt like hundreds of razor blades packed tightly—unable to cut, but still unappealing to the touch. Today, wet with rain, they feel like damp hard sponges.
Water lay below us. Rain fell on the land. The land soaked the rain in. The wetness sank through the sand, the soil, the clay, and the rock. It collected slowly and deeply like the thoughts of a god in the subterranean spaces. Soon, our well would uncover It’s thoughts.
Wet soles. Wet surface. Broken wrist.
Four inches of rain turned my unmown Gulf Texas lawn into a marshland. Two more into a residential lake. “Ah shit. There go the tomatoes.”
“It’s a fountain. Not magic,” she reassured him. “The walkway is a grate and hidden jets spurt water as you walk by.”
A gray mass of atomized water rose from the lower end of the valley. Tendrils wriggled in the cattails at its fringe. A graceful and subtle heave swelled at its center then receded less than it had grown. This misty bellows engulfed the low-down reeds, the edge-of-the-meadow aspens, and finally the way-back-in-the-woods pines.
Day 271
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Outside Into the Cold Cold Air
Xannajhandra-tha drifted nearer the surface.
The vent-heated lake warmed his naked body and gave his mind comfort. Inside the water he felt purposeful and distinct. He allowed his tail to uncoil and sink into the hotter layers nearer this last vent on the downstream end of the lake. As it dropped his awareness of place increased. The heat differential between his head and tail fed a sense he couldn’t feel outside–on the ground. For Xannajhandra-tha the contrast made decisions easier. He wanted to have one last memory from one final facile decision.
He lulled to one side and pushed the opposite eye outside into the cold air. The surface tension tickled at the base of his eye as he lightly bobbed in the still water.
Outside, the lake steamed. Very few fliers and no walkers would be able to see him depart the safety of the water. He slipped out making no more noise than necessary and none that wouldn’t be mistaken for the sound of the lake water overflowing into the stream nearby.
Next, he changed shape.
Word count: 185
Day 207
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