Shark Weather

The day started out overcast. The sky and sea merge. Dead calm. Mill pond. All the phrases come to mind as I view the coast on the drive to school. The ocean is glassy, the ripples so far apart that the sea takes on the look of a shiny floor; able to be walked upon. A Jesus surface. And Rottnest on the horizon is sharply in focus. Normally it is a smudge out there. Land, yes, but not decipherable. Today even the dunes can be seen, shining iridescently white and the lighthouse, and the wind turbine too. Three ships sit on the ocean, like they have been placed atop the silvery floor. A helicopter patrols the misty water. The sun starts to break the ocean’s surface, turning it again liquid. No longer mauve organza settling on a dressmaker’s table.