tafadzwa
i was on the lake, laying on the water, inviting the sun to turn me a dfferent color and to me the waves were a comforter being realigned with a lift and a flick. i wanted to tell who ever was trying to realign the sea that they couldn't, and the lazy wanderers of the sea would always feel a small shake as they wade.
power shot, close up, the gun rises, and at the flash of the muzzle-cut.