Suspended

Below the green white surges of the sea, the mermaid trails her fingers through the crystal waters, giving off bubbles like sparks. The delicate silvery bubbles amuse her; they cling to her skin and shimmer against her silver tail like sequins. She finds herself spinning around and through the waters, creating ever larger streams of bubbles that she plunges through for more decoration.

Her laugh is the silver sound of bells, hung from a red ribbon in a doorway. Her movements are not swimming nor dancing, but an effortless floating ripple, motion like sunbeams pouring through the waves.

No reason exists for such happiness. It simply is. Without time, without care, the mermaid weaves her bubbled tapestry of joy.