It was our first night dive. We were in Kona on the Big Island doing a 2-tank dive with Jack's Diving Locker. Our first dive was right before sunset, so we got a lay of the land while it was still light out. Back on the boat, we patiently awaited dusk. The sun finally sets and we prepare for our second dive...the night dive with underwater giants. It was like a ritual, as we silently gather in a circle on the ocean floor, each with our own flashlight.
We wait. Patiently. Hoping the giants would come to feed that night. Hoping our eager underwater seance would summon the Mystical Manta Ray.
And then they came. One... Three... Eight... Twelve starred in our own private show that night.
The Manta dance was magical. A symphony of flips and swirls. Silent poetry. Just your breathing, and your utter awareness of how vast and intricate our planet is. You feel small. You feel connected. You feel blessed to be on this planet with such grace and beauty.