At night, the sea becomes as black as the midnight sky, only darker. No stars, no planets, no white wisps often visible to the naked eye…no lunar activity. Just a black blanket moving, always moving. Even when the wind calms its whisper, the sea continues to make its way…up and down, over and out…out into places the mind cannot begin to know. It depths have been measured…recorded…but every record remains a guess.

6.24.07 written in Cabo San Lucas. picture taken in Cabo San Lucas.