Underwater Mountain Range
24 Vernal 6
The ocean is blue and froths at her crests. To the south a small storm brews turning her horizon into foot hills. Where are the sea monsters from so long ago? Where is the edge of the earth? A small flying fish darted from our wake. There could be hundreds of submarines out here and we wouldn’t even know it, silent hunters at the bottom of the ocean. They sky is blue because the ocean is, clouds of grey swallow sunlight that chases us to Asia.