The happy place

Yesterday when I was going to the neighbours a bit upstream on the SUP to buy some eggs, I lost my balance, fell off the board and lost my glasses which are now at the black bottom of the pond somewhere.

I dove to find them but it was muddled and dark like from a nightmare down there, with some specks of turquoise dust reflected maybe from the sky near the surface in a gradient which quickly became black down to the slimy bottom where there are crayfish and crab sticks and hidden horrors lurking.

maybe a treasure then, for future archaeologists.

They are in the same body of water as my friend’s wedding ring (which I wrote about earlier), sacrifices made to the lady of the lake.

I’m wearing my sunglasses now instead as I had no spare (they are my spare pair of glasses) and I see nothing without my glasses. Also I’ve also got the lazy eye so without my glasses I see double nothing.

I am wearing sunglasses at work. It gives me this badass look with the sunglasses on the Teams meetings.

I think about all of the treasures down there, all of the things who maybe are lost forever and I think about the slight panic I felt diving to retrieve the glasses in those depths — when I couldn’t see or breathe — and then about how warm I felt suddenly breaking surface, the sun shining from a cloudless blue sky, seeing it reflected on the surface like a thousand shining coins. Seeing the blurry outlines of the greenery surrounding it, it amazed me that this too was of the same world.