Omniscience doesn’t seem out of the question at the moment. Sheets of water layer themselves on top of their dead brethren. I turn for a look at the far side of the lake. Trees line all of the perimeter, but I see further. In the picture that panels itself over my vision, I once again see a field for the first time. A new, but equally as stunning field. This one is an opening in a thicket, and from it, a stag emerges. It stops when it sees me and I jut towards it stupidly and clumsily. This was my first vision and it quickly fades into ugly brushstrokes. I splash at the water with dismay, but then rotate my body in the pool. Looking up, the precipitation numbs my face. I can’t quite understand why, but the lake and the rain are my new and only friends for the moment. The stag’s presence is erased from my mind; I can’t even remember the word stag for much longer. My whole back is flat on the water. Adjusting, I work my body into the most comfortable shape humanly possible. I’m a child for that entire memory.