" across water so electric-blue it looked as if someone had dumped a vat of Ty-D-Bol into it.
It was a color I didn't realize the earth could make without the help of human beings. I knew the water would be blue, but I had in my mind a tamer, more pastel blue: a light color, through which all the sand and fish underneath would be clearly visible. This water was like super-wavy, lit-up turquoise, and so beautiful I could hardly take my eyes off it. The moment I was spellbound by the color of the water was the moment I knew I had been in New York for too long and my decision to leave was a good one. "

― Margot Berwin , Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire