Standing on a stretch of glossy rockslumps of mussel shellsadorned with seaweedadvance forward into my grasp.Murky greens color the waterin shady reflections,the thought of wind and shadowscombined.There is no divider for sky and seathey are intertwinedlike ivy leaves around each other.For what is not related,in this cool, salty,boundary-less placewhere the deep comes alivefrom bottomless water