In Koror, a small island kingdom in the Pacific, there’s a jellyfish lake. Its water is warm and murky, and gliding in feels like stepping into a warm bath. Peering below the surface of the water, it takes a few seconds to comprehend the other worldliness of the scene. Pulsating everywhere around are millions…literally millions…. of jellyfish. They throb and glide through the water in a psychedelic spiral wave, constantly appearing and then disappearing into the cloudy water beyond. Little alien brains on a mission for light.
It takes a leap of faith to reach out and touch the first one. I picked a very small jellyfish at first, just to be safe. Oh, the fear! It brushed my fingers and I flinched. But, just as promised, there was no sting. Then, feeling braver, I reached out and touched a larger one. Scooped in my hand, it felt fragile and vulnerable, and suddenly seemed all it really was- just a lump of jelly.
This post was written as part of the challenge: Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone