on the way to a snorkelling spot,  we passed pampered people's     anchored toys.   it was near the end       of our vacation,  respite from grim        reality,     looming horror.         and yet the sea  was greenish blue     as if showing off enormous beauty     sea winds blew clean salty smell!   beneath the waves       we followed    small bright fishes.  no place we had to be    nothing we had to do.  entertaining ourselves,       while in remission.   realise cruise ships       have so many    survivors, filling their last days with  entertainment        if not meaning.