Infinite movement, roll upon roll the hardened surface bristles upwards in all directions as if the labyrinth below seeks to escape its watery cage.
Probing, undulating the blue-black sheen crescendos with a white hiss, lapping, overturning, and retreating within.
Grey horizon reflection shields the abundance below as droplets from heaven smack the surface, dancing to a preordained rhythm. Currents conduct the orchestra of wind, water, and life resonating like a once loved, but forgotten song.
