Back to Magic Mountain today (where I flew like a kite). Current not nearly as strong; don’t even need the rope and hook….just hang on to coral or kick about on my own. Lots of fish hanging out, but my favorite part of the dive comes closer to the end (so nice to have different experiences each time to same site), when we are drifting at about 55 feet. I look across the top of the head of coral, and Sting’s song “Fields of Green” comes into my head. The coral looks like a field, hillocks rising and falling, and all carpeted with a wide variety of coral: some just green bumpy ridges, some spiky pale grey, some more like stretched out brain waves in a rust color, some soft feathery clumps in black/white or brown/white….all being patrolled by one fish, two fish, grey fish, gold fish….large schools of batfish just hanging out facing in the same direction (again, the horses in the rain), scatterings of big silver fish, clown triggerfish, a school of a hundred small barracuda up near the surface, the occasional patrolling black-tip, a small clump of baby fish that scoot to hide in the coral when I pass by (and that’s washed out white coral with bright blue tips). Everywhere is the coral that is bright yellow, royal blue and white. They are ubiquitous, and always look like human hearts, complete with arteries, to me. I would go on and on, but I cannot do it justice. Perhaps when I return, I shall find some photos to include as a link, if you have any interest in understanding better what I’m trying to describe.
The “Fields of Coral” are a beautiful memory. Nuff said.
Herry and I:
