Last night I went to Bioluminescent Bay, one of the four in the world. We kayaked into a tiny mangrove that streched on for an hour’s ride while watching the nightlife as darkness fell around us. As darkness penetrated our line of sight, we started to notice that the water was emitting a strange light when we touched it with our oars. Before long we started to notice not just colors but shapes that were glowing bright neon colors while swimming about. Eventually, we hit an open lagoon seemingly in the middle of no where. When the paddles touched the water, it was as if the world below had been lit on fire.
On a moment’s notice, without words or collaboration, we all just decided to go follow the emotion in our hearts. Fully clothed and cold, each of us dove out of our kayaks and into the glowing water. There we were in a lagoon close to pitch black, with more stars than I have ever seen dancing above us, and wherever you touched or whichever way you moved began to glow bright blue and green. You couldn’t see people, or shapes- just the color and sparkling outline of their forms breaking through the dark.
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