back to life

Amalia A warning, a deep breath, and then they are below- and for the first time in days the girl does not feel her legs behind her like a ball and chain. In the water Amalia is weightless; in the water Amalia can move. It feels liberating, freeing; she wants to laugh or cry, but she is submerged, otter form suited to peering through the water, the liquid pulling lovingly at the strands of her coat. Again they rise and again they fall, breaths between submerging again into a beautiful world, a peaceful world, interrupted by dream fish and bright shafts of moonlight. At last they reach the center of it all, silhouetted in silver and the warm summer air. By now Amalia has changed again, and it is arms that reach around his shoulders, a body that is anchored against his. Skin to skin, man to woman: "You do it," she smiles, pressing the jar back. "It's your quest, after all." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you