It’s magical. The way that the land and the sea meet. The goldfish, so majestic, looks at me through the glass, the only thing that separates us. I want to know what she’s thinking, I want to be inside of her mind for only a moment to understand what it must be like to be on the other side of the glass. The side of the glass where the water consumes you; the side of the glass where you can swim and never grow tired.

I reach my hand out, somehow thinking that I would be able to feel her scales beneath my hand. But alas, my hand only touches the glass and I am felt imagining what it must feel like to touch her beautiful sunset colored scales. She presses her face against the glass, and I think that she wants to know what my head feels like to.

I think, that this feeling, that this magical thing, between land and sea will always be a mystery. The knowing of glass that separates what one would wash over in moments, instead shows a beautiful separation of what could never meet.

I think about how wonderful it is, that I can see this living creature breathing on the other side of me in a case of water, and somehow not be drowned with the rushes the water would overcome me, if the glass was not there. Such a fragile thing, that if it should break we would be flooded out. But as for now, I am grateful for the glass. I am grateful for this magical moment with the land in the sea meet.