Blue Whale

I am sitting in a warm room, enjoying a cup of hot cocoa, when I get to thinking about the ocean.
How deep and mysterious it is. How dark and cool the water is in some parts of the ocean right now, and how some parts are full of light and coral. I think about the dark and cool parts with glowing jellyfish. Or, glowing fish never seen before. But it's hard to think about these, since I can't quite picture them.

Then, I think of a blue whale. Motionless in this dark, cool water. Six fathoms below the surface. Or more. Surrounded by the sound that water must make on top of itself and next to itself with small things moving about inside it all the time, like the wind and dust, like the sound of a creaking door. I think about this blue whale.

Think about it. Think about the blue whale.