She felt calmer and happier than she had in a while.
The confluence gave her
a sense not of knowledge exactly, or of certainty, but
a handhold, a ring, a raft, something tangible
she could grab hold of,
float on, let her body
relax for a spell,
bask in serene light blankness, sun warm on her skin,
gentle water sounding,
eyes closed, fingers trailing
in lapping crystal waves.