Used to steamy tropical sites and temps suited for bath water, I found them by accident in the center of London just outside the park. Clustered tightly – a straight pin inserted between would definitely cause damage; the perfect balance of weight and whimsy, one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen, delicate, viscose like, enigmatic and literally turned upside down.
Ever hungry and on alert though you wouldn’t know it to watch them, and watch them I did, it’s what I do. Watch. I’m addicted to watching – people, animals, the wind through the trees. Break the spell to question what I’m thinking about, I can’t reply. It’s easiest to say I’m thinking of nothing and risk my inquisitor thinking I’m nuts, or just rude.
So on this day, with knees aching and thighs burning from crouching too long to gain the best vantage point, I watched as they drank in the light and sensuously moved their snow-white bodies slowly across the ebony field. I never saw them take a break, only dance an ethereal production.
Days later now and I can’t erase these images from my mind. Surrounded by people, some familiar, some strangers, noise, weather, traffic, all that ails the world, all that salves it and I am stuck – enamored with Casiopea Andromeda – upside down jellyfish.