The Water's Edge

I am standing on a rock; my unprotected feet are slipping on the slippery, spongy, mushy moss. A beautiful fish as colorful as a rainbow swims between the rocks in my direction against the current. It swims in harmony alongside a school of fishes, dashing to and fro from left to right in a zigzag formation. I crouch down balancing myself like a tightrope walker against the breeze. The fishes gather round my fish as if telling it a secret. I reach down; my fingers slowly penetrate the water like a hot knife through butter. I can feel a mild wisp of water from...