Day 164/365 – Dreams in Water
Rising and falling. Climbing down to the lowest possible point. Reaching out, grimacing as I stretch above the water, grasping onto the rocks above me. I could fall. I could fall and drop my camera into the water. I could fall, and walk three miles soaked and scratched. Placing the camera on a rock, knowing full well a wave could wash over and take it. What would I do? Would I reach down and let my arm delve into the water? Would I undress frantically and climb in after it?