Maya Jane sat on the ocean floor. As she waved her hand over the sand, she watched each grain float gently by, like a lost feather, drifting, searching for a destination, then landing in slow motion.
Maya Jane watched the bubbles leaving her mouth and nose every so often. It amazed her how the smallest, most simple parts of nature, could hold such beauty, such mystique and awe.
Each creature that passed by had its own allure, its own secret magic that made it worth its existence.
Maya had always felt peace under the water. The golden rays of the sun, like an overturned bottle of glitter made the entire experience surreal, with all the treasures magnified by each drop of water that made up this sanctuary. The seaweed swaying to and fro had its own serenity to bring, changing its rhythm as the ocean current changed.
Any sound that could be heard, only held the most calming melody- whether a swoosh, whoosh, blip or bloop, it only brought calm. No doof or boom or slander or harm, only an ever present charm.
Maya lifted her face to feel the light, took her hand for a stroll through the rays and let it glitter up her soul.
As the sun resigned for the day, the evening moon came out to play, guiding her back with its ever-comforting glow, quieting the shapes and spaces, allowing the world to become a dark blur, and shining only her, making her whole*
