Cups of Ocean I cup my hands together dipping them in to the cobalt abstract of sea. Raising my hands to the sky, " precipitate ". The water draws from my hands lifting into the sky, caressing into a magic eight. It dissipates as the sun begins to move behind a cloud. Placing my hands on top of the water moving them, circular in a waxing motion. Two whirl pools attract two Coy. One blue and one red. They circle into the pools delighting in spender. Making the water hot and cold. the pools of water collide, turning the winds in opposite directions, fashioning a storm.