A silent, slender, snow-white figure gazing into the blue seemingly lost in reflection. That's right, deeper still, a good deep look at what awaits just beyond the blue surface there. A hunger for the slightest sign of movement. A simple ripple, a sudden scratch from beneath the mirror plane, any worthy sign is enough to impale right through it and pick up whatever comes up.... This requires stealth, speed and skill. The patience, the concentration, the anticipation, will all that long waiting really be worth it? Will this particular harvest in the making, all that long hard work, be at least abundant? Certainly food for thought. And as they say, nature will have its way, will have its way, and good will come to those who wait.... And all the while, I wonder what thoughts permeate from beneath that blue surface and what philosophy they carry....