Goa Diary #1

After some time you forget that the fisherman or his toothless crony are keeping up a barrage in a language you don't understand. After some time, you don't mind that the husband has scooched into the far end of the boat. You lose track of time. There is no external world. There is only that blue expanse. You forget grocery lists and chores and that the dog needs a new chew toy. All that matters is that hint of a fin. That flash of a dolphin belly. That sweep of white that was a gull.