UT IT IS NOT ANY KIND of lake, it is a painting of a lake.
“How very strange. When
I look up there is only a little patch of sky and then what looks to be a
floating piece of wood. When I look to my left and to my right there is the same piece of wood. When I look down to my feet, there is murky water and the same piece of wood. The trees aren’t moving; the water isn’t rippling. There is no sun, but yet it is light. The mountains look flat, but yet they have shadows.”
Alice paddles and paddles as fast as she can, until…
“Ouch! Why that was my head.”