I'm currently in New York City cat sitting for a friend. The apartment I'm at is about two blocks from the bay with a visible opening to the wide sea. The Statue of Liberty looks out on the waters with eagle eyes. I wonder what is underneath the waves. This wonder which has always been with me lends itself to good fiction.
I remember traveling in the Yucatan some seven years ago. I was with a friend, German, who wanted to swim in the local ceynote (a deep well like hole filled with crystal clear water and blind fish I'm told). Anyhow, as I swam across I got this terrifying feeling of what lay deep in the waters. It is freaky!
Deep waters are enough to get the mind imagining, but add to it murky and you've got a winner. So, as I look into the deep and murky waters off the coast of Manhattan I get anxious wondering if the drain was suddenly pulled on these waters...what would be seen?
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