Can anyone ever forget their first dive in the ocean? That moment when we leave behind our familiar world, the one we see, feel and hear every day, to discover a three-dimensional weightlessness in a magical, psychedelic realm waiting for us invisibly beneath the waves?
Memories filter the decades: lobsters slithering under rocks festooned with vivid pink, blue and orange corals; lifting the wings of a huge 8-foot ray lazing on a sandy bottom; the rolling eye of an octopus; the majestic gait of a turtle; microscopic vibes of a night dive; tiny clownfish defending their home.
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