A paddle lifts.
Along the blade, the lagoon holds a narrow blue edge. A few drops fall back like sparks. Before I can count them, the water is ordinary again.
Observation: a line of light, then darkness.
A study in bioluminescence
The water
remembers
your hand.
In the quiet after sunset, a small disturbance becomes a brief constellation. Touch the water. Let the dark return.
Or touch an open patch of the lagoon.