Do fish see clouds? If so, how do they respond to them? Do they have any context for, say, the wispy clouds brushing across the sky? Do they see the angry patriarch with his trailing beard of curly white hair? The white poodle standing on hind legs at the pizza oven? The cartoonish cat racing past, legs rendered in a series of white lines? One minute the clouds are bearing down on the water. The next the fish are illuminated in patches of sunshine. They swim past the hull of a sailboat or three children practicing the dead man’s float. They dive below to nibble at a sweet delicacy — the eyelids of the very dead man weighted down by thick cinder blocks tied to each of his ankles.