Flowers beneath the surface of a moorland pond. Images a little dulled, star shape, white with just a hint of yellow. A stillness–a brittleness, you suspect–that makes them look as if they’ve been turned to stone by some process which has left them more not less fragile than when they were above the surface. Were they ever above it? I have no idea. Is there some flower that blooms beneath water, 1400 feet up, in Britain in a mild winter? They have their leaves. Except for this curious preservation, except for the incongruity of their position five inches below the perfect cold surface, they look quite ordinary, like any flower in summer. What am I looking at? Does anyone know? Does anyone know if I’m here, or if perhaps I’m down there too, six months preserved or alternatively still alive?