Through the window of my mask I see a wall of coral, its surface a living kaleidoscope of lilac flecks, splashes of gold, reddish streaks and yellows, all tinged by the familiar transparent blue of the sea.
We must go and see for ourselves.
The reason I love the sea I cannot explain - it's physical. When you dive you begin to feel like an angel. It's a liberation of your weight.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
For most of history, man has had to fight nature to survive; in this century he is beginning to realize that, in order to survive, he must protect it.