…ter below is as deep as the clouds above are high, and I am equidistant from this height and depth. The sight holds a long time, it is wondrous, but I want to see fish, so I intensify my gaze: they come out like ghosts and form themselves into big fish, always staying below the surface. Suddenly one rises, as though for air, and keeps mouthing for air. The others turn vertical as well, and all mouth for air. What are they doing? They go back down. Sudden…