The water's so blue it escapes from your eyes. The pier disappears. The sun explodes. The water swallows me. The lights dance, flash and collide.
Red water runs in the gutter, sparking the curb.
Watery fires burn in puddles along the sidewalk. Vapor rises in ghostly wreaths about corner hydrants. Water dashes against the cab window. Yellow bombs explode below theatre marquees. Crowds stand within the circle of yellow light.