can't look straight at it.
I moved to the catwalk below the flight deck, where I could feel the wind
pull at my hair. The legs of my coveralls whipped backwards like Asian
holiday flags. The rumble of the ship surrounds, but over that is the noise
of the wind and the rush of the water. A wavelet runs from the hull, and
sends up a spray that turns into a small, private rainbow.
The ocean is deep, dark, ultramarine blue--now that is a power color.