some weekends back, i sneaked out of the country for a leisurely weekend dive. due to tide constraints, we found ourselves on the boat on Sunday morn at 6am, speeding away to a dive site.
i sat on the stern, swinging my legs over the bubbly foam in the boat’s wake, and watched the stars. i closed my eyes for a while and opened them to a deep calming grey, with the outline of tioman’s hills and valleys dark against the brightening sky. a turn of the boat, and there, the sky with rosy streaks peeking out as from behind a velvet curtain, slowly turning into a salmon hue.
(and im gonna spoil it all by saying it was then time to rig up and put on the wetsuit etc., and i missed the sunrise.)
calvin and hobbes sums everything up nicely, so, goodnight.