I saw a beautiful floating thing rock–leaf–floaty, hovering just beneath the surface of the pond. My heart gazed; my romance always on “It is perhaps a piece of trash; don’t be open.” I gazed sunken rock, gold leaf, floating submerged Then I saw it: a turtle’s head poking out of the water breathing with the whole pond, breathing my breath, so cute and innocent at once my love was explained. One turtle in the whole pond breathing in air for the whole pond, poking its head out to connect the underneath with the forest. Floating in earnest little grace and so picturesque I grabbed and shook my phone. “You are going to miss him. He will go should you take his picture.” I took it. He was not in it, just a pond and woods so picturesque if there would be a little turtle in the middle of it. I gazed and saw the turtle unchanged and as I delighted he ducked his head down; a ring emanated over the pond and a little bloop where his head had been — gone. I looked back at the picture. He was there; his head one little speck. The sublime floating gold unseen hidden by the pond’s reflection of the sky. I talked with some people there; they had seen the turtle, too.