the wind skims the water in shifting patterns, lines forming to twirl across the surface, sometimes silken, never static. reverberating in swirls that fade then reappear spiraling nearby. here close to shore the surface never breaks. how does this lilt look from the depths? a shadow play of silhouettes not quite complete, gliding through light not quite direct. seen from above the ripples dance in the gusts of air, suddenly threatening to splash before sinking into calm again. a chill. sunlight sparkles across the surface, bouncing off the supposed smoothness irregularly in minuscule rainbows. sun and wind interplay like an old fable, water highlights every effort they make. adds salt.