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Liam Day

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Natalie Ramos

Deep “Blue” Sea

Patricia Kostiuk

I’ve always known blue waves crashing on the shore, on the sand, on my toes. Living on the coast, I’ve visited the ocean more times than I could ever try to count and it amazes me every visit. The ebb and flow of the tides is a scientific marvel to me; I’ve heard it explained so many times, but it always feels like a bit of magic I’ll never truly understand. While I’ve seen minnows in tide pools and hermit crabs on sand, the ocean is still shrouded in mystery.

Choppy water goes whichever way the wind blows, but just underneath the surface, just where your eyes can’t quite reach, the current can pull you any which way. Have you ever been caught in an undertow? Has Poseidon ever forced you to hold your breath until your body went limp in order to find the surface?

You may be shocked to find out–the sea isn’t even really blue. They say the color we perceive is some sort of crazy reflection of the sky onto the water and wavelengths absorb it just right so it hits our eyes and looks blue even though the water itself is clear. Yes, the water is see-through, but the deeper you go the darker it feels because if you go down far enough, the sun can’t touch it. So many creatures living in the darkness without access to the sun feels unnatural. It reminds me of going deep into a dark forest—that’s never a safe place in fairy tales, is it?

And down below, where the water meets the sand—those tiny bits of eroded rocks that took hundreds, thousands, or millions of years to make— hundreds, thousands, or millions of species live where we can’t find them. And even if you can see the bottom, creatures often camouflage themselves and who knows what mischief they’ll get into if you disturb them.

Yes, I’ve met the ocean many times, but all I really know is that it’s full of secrets and I’m not willing unravel them. For now, I’ll keep my toes on land.

 


 

 

 


 

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