Looping: 'La Noyée'

When I stared into the puddle the rain left behind, I saw a reflection of the bright morning sky in it and marveled at how absolutely breath-taking it was.

Then I looked up into the sky - only to find myself thinking it less beautiful than its reflection seemed to me.

I had wondered: how can a mirror image be lovelier than the real thing?

I realize now: the same way dreams are (often) more pleasing than the waking world.