January 8, 2011
Blues. And, greens.
It’s really nice when 17 degrees is the latitude, not the temperature in Fahrenheit.
And it’s equally nice when the color of the sea water is exactly the neon electric shaved ice blue you
sea see hear here, as viewed from a little boat that returned me from a morning of snorkeling off the coast of St. Croix with schools of exotic, colorful, and clearly quite well educated fish. Gliding between the canyons of shallow reefs and tons of [obviously very smart] brain coral, I came upon an impressive herd of barracuda, who gathered in a beautifully intimidating group of six and from whom I kept a respectful distance of a few yards, lest my brain, and body, be unexpectedly schooled in the ways of the territorial wild.