A very cold, cloudy winter morning at Huzzas, freezing fingers whilst the ocean takes the suns first rays. Malachite forms itself secret as copper dissolves through limestone over centuries, leaving bands of green dark stone. Huzzas does the same with one of a kind energy. In this moment light pressing through the shoulder of the wave reveals its interior banding, the pale green veined through near-black, swirled like a polished mineral hardened by earths forces, the gold morning sunlight burnishing its edges. What looks solid is actually liquid, what took the earth thousands of years to create, the ocean displays in a split second moment.
