Morning ferry, plankton, and the last of the good light

Took the early ferry out and watched the water change from grey to green as the sun came up. The plankton bloom is just starting — the surface has that pale, milky shimmer like something's turning over down there. I sat too long in the same spot and now my left leg is asleep. Anyway, that's the whole report. The sea doesn't care about Wednesdays.