I’d just meant to loosen the knot, not untie it. Who knew? How could that cloud have turned out to be a mountain?
Not to mention that water — green where it used to be blue. He’d always told me it was deeper than it let on. “Profound,” he’d said it was.
And those thrown-up rocks, like a sauna by the river. Busy thawing the ice where he’d told me he’d planned to skate away.
© 2010 Rose Auslander