Our Bermuda spring has been, in my opinion, unseasonably cool. We’ve had more rainy, cloudy days than I recall for the four springs that I’ve lived on the island, and the water is taking longer to warm up, which means that I haven’t been in it yet. Until this weekend.
A friend of ours invited us out on his boat Sunday to join a flotilla accompanying the Sea Dragon, a science vessel, out to sea. The day dawned cloudy and cool, with rain on the horizon. “Do you think we’ll still go?” I asked my husband, hoping he’d say probably not. But no, we packed our picnic lunch and our snorkel gear (and jackets!), and at 8:30am got on our scooters and rode to Jim’s boat. Once aboard, we sailed in the rain to Hamilton Harbour to join the other boats. I have to say that we looked a little like drowned rats by the time we arrived.
Finally our little flotilla headed off–four boats sailing out of the harbour under clouded skies. (We figured others had let the rain influence their decision not to join the parade.) Despite the wet grey skies, our spirits were high. In the distance we saw patches of pale blue. And those patches gradually got bigger and bigger, so that by the time we reached the point where the Sea Dragon would leave us behind, the air was warm and sunny, the sky blue, and the water turqouise.
We headed for Whalebone Bay, where we anchored, donned our snorkel gear and jumped in the water. Brr, it was chilly. Nevertheless, I put my head down and flutter-kicked my way to the reef.
When I caught sight of a big purple fan coral and a little sergeant major swimming toward me, I forgot all about being cold. “Ah,” I thought. “I’m home.” That’s right, home. It had been months since I was under the water and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until that sea fan made me feel like I’d returned to where I belonged.
By the way, that photograph is one I took while snorkeling on Sunday. Can you see why I was so happy to be back there?