
Sky water.
It needs no fence.

A mirror which no stone can crack,
whose quicksilver will never wear off,

whose gilding nature continually repairs,
which retains no breath that is breathed on it,
but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface,

and be reflected in its bosom still.
~Henry David Thoreau~
Walden
Paddling under the light of the full moon.
I still can't believe it wasn't a dream.
~Night photos via cell phone~