He looks up to catch the tender's eyes. Two more drinks. Music beats numb time. Whale smooth skin glides in the current. Breath holes open, close, open to spout their mist.
Waves unbroken undulate blue beats.
A left winged seagull soars wildly then slowly glides to a stop. Through the glasses the dancers bend, separate, break into prismed colors and reform. I watch myself approach. They will be kind until I leave. He will look up and smile.