I named the sea turtle after you.
It had descended, like a marine angel, from the ocean surface sixty feet above me. The creature landed right in front of my knees as I knelt on the seafloor sand. We made eye contact. It felt as if its sole purpose at that moment was to put me once again in awe of our world.
After a minute, it turned its peaceful gaze away from me, stirred up the sediment beneath it, and glided under a nearby rock face.
I watched it for a while, then turned to go on, pausing to remember the familiar feeling of letting go.
