The ocean has immense depth, yet on the surface only glass reflecting the mood of the changing sky, stealing it’s blue and absorbing it’s cries. Beneath the surface calm lies things yet unknown to human eyes. Some of the most beautiful tropical ecosystems, thriving in loving seclusion. Other parts, devoid of light and home to only the strangest life forms, far beyond the reach of modern technology. Untouched or tainted, reacting only to the changes impacted by distant causes. Are theses impacts then as intended, or indeed inconsequential? The glass facade broken only by the upheaval of angry waves and the swirling discontent of the depths. Heaving, crashing and ultimately falling, only to return to it’s previous state of empty reflectance. It’s only friend the infinite sky and the fish that know.
