When water remains a choice it delights. A deer chooses which foot to put in, to stay in the shallows or move into the deep. The sound of rushing waters from the eyes of stone comfort and invite play. What if some gray day the pond waters spread past their known boundaries? Though the water remains clean it covers everything. New waterfalls would appear to play in. Whirlpools would swirl and invite a spin. The hills and playground would become islands. The ruins would be posts to climb. Would the glitch that lets us fly like reindeer let's us glide on the surface. Would logs float and suddenly become surf boards? Someone's mask suddenly develops gills and fluttering pendacles like some Siamese Fighting fish unfurls in glorious ribbons of colors. The dance becomes splash dance as we sway with the water responding in kind. Floating vegetation let's you catch a ride on the currents when water play needs a rest.