If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one,
you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness;
then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape,
and the coulours become so vived that with another squeeze they must go on fire.
But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon.
This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment;
if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing.
The children often spent long summer days on this lagoon, swimming or floating most of the time, playing the mermaid games in the water, and so forth.
You must not think from this that the mermaids were on friendly terms with them;
on the contrary, it was among Wendy's lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them.
When she stole softly to the the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score,
especially on Marooners' Rock, where they loved to bask,
combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her;
or she might even swim, on tiptoe as it were, within a yard of them,
but then they saw her and dived,
probably splashing her with their tails,
not by accident, but intentionally.
excerpt from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie
photographs by Kava Gorna
How has spring crept up on us so suddenly?
It was not at all announced.
Strange, strange weather in New York.
hope you're all feeling the lovely sun.