Meir's milky eyes stared at the swelling landscape. She dropped her hand into the water. "One swell two. Ocean blue. Three swell four. Count some more. Five swell six--" Then it appeared. Tall as three of Meir's coral core boards, menacing as a shark fin. Meir stood with the ease of practice, slid her back foot until she saw the tip of her board rise from the water. Then she waited for the impact.
"In space the stars are not nearer, just glitters like a morgue." ~Most of the starlight we see, comes from stars and galaxies which have already died. "The whole sky could be black, and we would not even begin to realize it for another four years." ~ A nuclear physicist