Water, Water Everywhere (Mobile)


Everything is melting. Trees melt into the skies reflected beneath my feet, as I evade yet another puddle—all that is left from the snow bank that was still there the day before. Only a thin crust of ice remains on the muddy river shores which I pass on my way to the excessively chlorinated, sneeze-inducing swimming pool. 

Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to swim (in).