Thursday

I realized half way through the day that it was Thursday and that made me sad. I only have a day and a half of diving and then I have to go back. I feel so calm and at peace when I am at the beach and diving. The days are slow..ish and wonderful. I slept over nine hours last night without getting up once. I dreamed of the sea.

Night dive and early bed last night. Three dives today. I am convinced that every Sci Fi and horror writer has seen underwater life. There is no monster that is freakier than what is real in the sea. I saw fish today with faces only a mother could love. Frog fish as big as my hand, hanging out, waiting for something yummy to swim by and then those weird scorpion/stone fish…what were they? Ugly, camouflaged fish with beautiful under sides of their fins. They have some kind of a claw at the end of their fins that they use to pull themselves forward. Just plain freaky.

Do I really have to leave?