Bonaire dispatch 3

Lessons in mindfulness from a cephalopod

After two weeks on the island of Bonaire, I am back home in unseasonably chilly Minnesota, where it already snowed while we were gone, and the garden has gone dormant. I’ve already transitioned from living in swim trunks and drinking watery tropical beer to woolen sweaters and whisky. Meanwhile my wrist still itches where I brushed against some coral early last week. I was fully prepared to move on from my Bonaire dispatches here, but the last dive of our trip was so special that I feel compelled to share it.