It was night at the little pool.

The sleeping trees were dreaming. The mosses grew. Lichens and molds were there. Some things were rotting. Others were just getting started.

On the surface of the pool, the reflection of the moon and a cloud were talking quietly together. “What is it?”, asked the cloud’s reflection.

A subtle breeze was pushing a fallen leaf across the pond’s surface like a tiny sailboat. This passed before a curious frog as he leaned intently over the water near the shore. The frog’s reflection answered the cloud’s. “Wisdom”.

There was a silence, then, for a moment.

The moon said ‘intimacy’.

At that instant, the frog leapt from the shore, disappearing with a plop into the moon’s reflection — and just as the living image on the water’s surface shattered into ripples and flashes of silvery white…

either I awoke or you found this humble record.