Looking downwards from the surface. A foot of a cliff is merged into the copse of a seaweed.
I like the feeling of a swim over a rocky plato, viewing things right infront. Then —an end of plato, a gulf beneath!
But you hover further, loosing a connection with the land, as in a dream indeed.
Sea urchins occupied the clefts, fishies used to graze all over cliff's walls.