Photograph
The photo looked great. Sari's mother had taken
it during her last vacation. It depicted a sandy beach and a
vast ocean, overcast by a clear blue sky.
I held the picture in my hand. The waves rippled in the breeze.
The palm trees swayed gently. There was some movement - hardly
perceptible, yet there - in the green vegetation. All over the
picture there was life and activity. I could zoom in and out,
left and right. It was almost possible to walk in to the picture.
I
took my socks off. I rolled my pants and walked to the water.
The water was crisp and clear, blue and silvery. Rainbow colours
reflected through the ripples. I walked slowly and stepped deeper.
Tropical fish swam around me. Colourful plants could be seen
growing from the bottom. I was deep enough to dip my hands in
the water. The water was cool and refreshing.
Despite
my sensations I was still in the photograph. I had to turn the
picture to the direction where I wanted to focus on. Thus I
moved the photo 90 degrees left in order to see how the undulating
surface of the water glimmered peacefully as the waves approached
the beach. The tranquil sea mirrored the bright and blue hues
of the sky, as the liquid drift continued towards the sand.
