Cerulean Waters

Time and ice are ephemeral commodities.

As time melts, ice continues ticking.

Yearning for knowledge even though knowing all is quixotic.

I find myself diving off the gondola into the cerulean waters.

Swimming to the surface for air, I'm left baffled. I'm no longer where I was.

Plodding through the snow, I realize I'm in the arctic tundra.

What an absolutely far-fetched and mind-boggling dilemma indeed.

Suddenly an overwhelming thirst casts an eclipse over my thoughts.

Just as I start to dread my unforetold fate, I encounter an ethereal sight.

A cascade!

In utter exultation, I pull a cup from my pocket as if it were ordinary.

I proceed to fill my chalice with the effervescent liquid from the cascade.

My mouth was seemingly on fire from dehydration.

The moment I drink the liquid, I'm astonished to see I am transported back to where I was.

On the gondola leaping into the cerulean waters.