King’s Wharf, Bermuda – The coral is over-punctuated with iridescent commas, shimmering in blues and yellows.
I'm absorbed in a swirl of calligraphy.
While the water can't be described as warm this time of year, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a catamaran to Harman's Bay and to immerse myself in some of Bermuda's sea life.
Snorkelling along the surface, I'm swarmed by schools of fish that appear to collectively bounce like a ball. Others are clear enough to be nearly imperceptible.
Their greetings float up in bubbles as they glide past in an effortless rhythm I can only ever hope to discover.
Nearby, an octopus scurries under a rock set beneath the delicate swish of a crop of fan coral. I float languidly along the coastline, feeling the sea move through me.
In the upper half of my goggles appear yellow-crowned night herons and Great Keskidees, which sound as beautiful as they look, their yellow bellies ruffled by the breeze.
It may not be warm, but the island is a lot quieter.
And the water is always my happy place.
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