Yesterday I took the Kingston Ferry to pick up orchid flasks. Riding the ferry across the sound is always like a mini-vacation, and yesterday was unusually beautiful. The weather was warm, the sky partly overcast, the smell of freshly exposed seaweed in the air, and the water completely calm. It was the lowest tide I’ve seen for a long time. I stood on the front deck of the ferry and stared down at the hypnotic, moving reflection patterns in the water. Those water patterns are more fascinating than any psychedelic show if you focus on appreciating their beauty instead of looking at the gaggle of summer shorts-clad, selfie-snapping, soda-slurping tourists that infest Seattle ferries at this time of year.
At one point the sun partially broke through the clouds, and the shifting water patterns were joined by bright rainbow patches that danced around and took me completely by surprise.
I noticed a young tourist girl who seemed as fascinated as I was by the water, ignoring her family’s loud comments about her clothing, and their suggestions that everyone should go inside, “out of the wind”. I like to think that she saw the same beauty that I did, and that there are still children and artists whose minds have not been completely shaped to only perceive and value manmade things.
Here’s a question for you, dear reader: If you have seen the kind of water patterns I’m talking about, or the dancing patterns of sun and shadows on a stream bed, what sort of perfume would represent them?
[Painting by Claude Monet, who seemed as fascinated by water patterns as I am, other images from Wikimedia.]