This reminded me of a flotilla of sharks, not
a school of sharks because they would swirl and whirl in
anticipation of a kill, but rather a civilized group of
sharks imbued with both a strong sense of organzation,
team spirit, and conscious purpose moving together in unison
and with rhythmn--which of course is not at all what they
are. It was just kind of a strange cartoonish moment.

It is in fact the ceiling of a surf shop, about the
hundredth I'd been in that day tagging along as kids
spent money...so I was bored.