the other day i went sailing and the water was temperamental, still and stirring, still and stirring, still, still...........still.......STIRRING. I dipped my long-toed feets into the lake as the boat glided softly against the water creating little echoes of my feets and left muted technicolor residue from the large quantities of sunscreen I put on said feets. the murky water birthed little dead fish and occassionally an unidentified swimming object, presumably a fish. I imagined little Nessies hiding deep within the silt of the lake, waiting for a moment of calm and still water to check out their outerspace. the sky was a bubbly hazy pretty mess and the water in the lake resonated creating thousands of little pixelated notches that fooled the eyes. bundles of trees were sandwiched between the two and that seemed appropriate. i secretly hoped and felt anxious about capsizing her, just to spice up the day.