For most of our married life, we lived on Long Island, surrounded by water — even if I wasn’t much for swimming in it, or boating on top of it, or anything.
But for the past 15 years we’ve lived inland. Landlocked. The occasional lake, in the Berkshires, or the Connecticut River here in the Pioneer Valley. But basically, in the teeth of the challenge “Afloat,” I didn’t have much to offer. (If I had a little yellow rubber duckie I would have floated it in the tub, but I don’t.)
But floating can have other connotations, I guess. At any rate, I’m offering another possibility here, a bowl of nice juicy clementines — afloat in space! Reminds me of the chiaroscuro still lifes I used to paint:
(I had to take the photo in a hurry before all of the clementines vanished — I pop ’em like orange candy!)