Coastal Writer

The Cool Ripple

He lets the reflection dance a little longer than usual. It is a comfort; it is way beyond those feelings, at least the way Dr Cooper remembers those feelings to be. On the ContinentII he may have been stuck in a lab cubicle, or a genetic kiosk extracting cells. But here, in this hallowed place, cool ripples dissipate the mirrored smoothness of the deep pools. This is the place for pure hypothesis anti nascent tracking android somatic yearnings(P.H.A.N.T.A.S.Y.)-- the sky is truly the limit, so many thoughts to be had, and in such a place of beauty. 

Less than a century ago, animals were thought to have roamed this jungle, and as Dr Cooper senses a presence just below the surface (he doesn't let his terror freeze him), it's as if they are still here. It seems a fresh smell waits and watches; is he received by these pools as something to be stalked?