Count yourself a lucky soul, if a pond exists within a stones throw of your couch. If one doesn't exist, fathom it out. Trespass if you must. Ponds speak to your underwater longing. You can find yourself while pausing cross-legged in pine needles beside a mirrored pond.
Wonderful Lake Superior Spirit has written this beautiful blog; it is worthy of many things, however, the most I can do is to share with my readers.