Where Two Waters Wait

There is a border that cannot be drawn with a pen. It exists only in the movement of the salt, in the way one depth yields to another. We spend our lives looking for lines, for edges where we might finally stand still. We want to know where one thing ends and the next begins. But the water does not care for our need to categorize. It simply meets. It pushes against itself, a quiet collision that leaves no scar. To watch it is to realize that most of what we call separation is merely a trick of the light. We are always flowing into something else, always being held by a force we cannot name. The horizon is not a wall. It is an invitation to stop looking for the boundary and start listening to the sound of the meeting. What remains when the two become one?

Tisha Clinkenbeard has captured this quiet convergence in her image titled Caribbean and Atlantic Meet in St. Kitts. Does the water look different to you, knowing it has no true edge?