Carefully, so that I wouldn’t snap the rubber on my face, I pulled the large mask over my eyes. “This isn’t as fun as diving, but at least you’ll get to see a few things.” I nodded and flapped my newly flippered feet. I had never see anything other than the minnows and sand crabs that hung around in the shallows, nibbling at our toes, so even “a few things” would be interesting.
We had picked a good day; they sky and water were both clear and bright blue. I could almost see to the very bottom of the ocean and that made me giddy. There were mysteries down there, bright and colorful, things that we only saw in the pages of National Geographic or those documentaries on the Discovery Channel.
“Ready?” I looked at you, anticipating the cold splash. I nodded, almost over-eager. “Ok, on three we’ll go in. One. Two.” By this time your smile had grown just as large as mine, probably at seeing my excitement. It was a contagious feeling sometimes. You drew out the last pause, building up the energy. “Aaaaand…Three!”
I held my breath when I slid off of the platform even though I had a snorkel and could have breathed easily. I looked around for you first and saw you kicking up waves, moving away from the boat, holding your plastic-coated camera in front of you. I turned and headed the other way, keeping my eyes peeled for anything of interest.
It wasn’t long until I found a school of what I were sure were called Angel Fish. Bright yellow, black and white stripes hurried around, only inches below me. If I'd wanted to, I could have reached out and grabbed any one of them, but I was content to watch them flutter around in the blue.
When I looked up again, I saw you only a few feet away, watching me watching the fish, holding your camera in front of you. You had a grin on your face and I knew that you hadn’t brought it for the sea life.
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