In the depths, the cool emerald, bubbling depths, a nuanced singing, a beckoning so clearly in the mysterious brine, white coral and sea anemones lazily waving in currents, I felt so very gifted in the lure of the sea, as little delicate seahorses were spinning by me, a slate colored octopus dashed away with its tentacles roiling the sediment, schools of timid fish, were as if in flight of aimless directions. I thought, how could I breathe without scuba gear ~ as the fathoms were so greatly deep, yet, I swam with ease, could it be but a woman mariner's dream? despite the elation of a humpbac