The Weight of Water

The path is worn smooth. We walk it without looking. The feet know the way, so the eyes go elsewhere, drifting toward the future or the heavy residue of yesterday. We forget that the ground beneath us is also a mirror.

To look down is to see the sky inverted. To see the world as it is, not as we demand it to be. A ripple breaks the surface. The image shatters, then slowly reforms. It is a quiet lesson in patience. We pass by the same stones, the same edges, the same water, believing we have seen them all before. But the water is never the same. The light is never the same. We are the ones who have grown stagnant.

What if we stopped? What if we let the reflection become the reality for just one breath?

Swati Iyer has captured this stillness in her work titled Taken for Granted Sights. She reminds us that the ordinary is only a matter of perspective. Will you look closer today?