sphere

Visible from afar, I see the sphere and want to reach it. It’s a process of slower and slower convergence. The tapering water surface becomes so narrow that in order to be able to get closer I have to lie down.
In the end, reaching is prevented - by the architectural element, in whose side walls I get stuck with my hips. Actually the planned end, the unattainability. I fathom it out. Have I touched it? I want to believe that I can touch it with my fingertips. And yet remaining unattainable. Then I want to give up. But one of the spectators - he steps out of the anonymous crowd, takes the sphere and gives it to me in my hands, which are still so demanding.

What an unexpected “happy ending”.