When your reflection looks better than you do.

The water was so still it seemed to hold its breath. A Pied Stilt stood poised at its center, each movement deliberate as though choreographed for an unseen audience. Its reflection shimmered faintly with the ripples it created—an unintentional artist painting on liquid glass. The piece of driftwood nearby seemed almost staged, a reminder that even chaos can arrange itself into something meaningful. I found myself watching longer than I intended, as if waiting for the bird to reveal some secret about this quiet world it inhabited.