I am lucky to be in airplanes so much lately; you get to see the world in another way (at least when seated in a windowseat).
I saw an island from the sky. It was a hilly island and narrow zigzag roads drew hooked lines over the hills. The zigzag lines over the hills connected at different points and together they created puzzlepieces.
The surface of the island was composed of greens and browns, a little red of the rare rooftops and a few blues of swimmingpools.
The borders of the island looked like scratched onto the surface. Or as if someone painted wildly with a thick brush, moving his hand up and down.
The water around the island was a mix of patches of a vivid aqua marine, a deep sapphire blue and a blue black. There were a few small touches of white created by waves and groups of white seabirds hunting for fish.
I could see that under water the island continued. The visible top of the island was just half of what there was.
I imagine the same shapes under water, but instead of roads there are tunnels for small sea animals and instead of greens and browns there are blacks and whites.