ImageMy niece came home one day and said she had had fun playing in a puddle.  It turned out the puddle was the Pacific ocean.

The ocean seems to gather reflections.  How can I sit and stare at the ocean without reflecting.  Even the reflections I see in the ocean draw me in deeper and deeper.  So many shades of blue and green.  So much life thriving, invisible beneath the surface.  Then suddenly the surface parts and a whale rises and its whole body curves through the surface returning to the deep.  All that is left is a smooth patch of water.

Sometimes thoughts are like that, breaking through the surface and then curving back to the deep recesses again and all that is left is a smooth patch and a sense of something now gone.