Ever have a dream you are flying? Soaring over the land and up over the mountains and down canyon walls? The air is warm and soft. In your sleep it is quiet; maybe the only sound you hear is your breathing.
Scuba diving in warm tropical waters is like that. Almost mystical—a fantasy land with a colorful population big and small with a brilliant Oz landscape.
The best dive was experienced on the Great Barrier Reef. Popeye-sized clams, schools of neon-colored mini fish, and giant ones that shimmy up expecting you to stroke their smooth sides.
With easy fin kicks, you glide through the turquoise blue water and around pink coral. Sliding delicately out and beyond the edge of a 100-foot cliff, suspended in space, looking down in the darker and darker deep blue.
Sensual. Not a dream. Magic.