Luminescence

The sky is an ashen wash, painted monotone. Get up late and feel like you'd never been to sleep. Cloud cover filters a low light, noon feels like five o'clock. Rain tip toes across welcoming foliage, watch from a window with the tungsten down. Greens are greener, soft shadows.

So much water - it takes you back there, hundred of feet beneath. Echoing chimes of the Electroplankton return, their blithe expressions a portrait of serenity. Passing by the glass, a jar, invading droplets spurred by the howling wind make dusty lagoons of the window sill.

The pitter-patter cacophony takes an intermission. Sun-Animalcules and Luminaria hum contentedly, basking in the luminescent haze of the ocean floor.