A steady bluish, blushing ripple where water and atmosphere commingle.
I have a preoccupation with the in-betweens of things.
That elusive space between the sea and the air and the sea and the shore and the sea and the ocean floor, tectonic and atmospheric business.
I am, for instance, obsessed with the fleshy gap between my thumb and pointer finger, where there is a tiny mole which as a child I tried and tried to scratch away. I am interested in dusk, and autumn, in transience, in the thrill of things ill-defined. I like intermissions at the theatre.
This is one of the vast variety of things -- of which I am reminded, when sitting by the sea.