WK 13: 25

Bubbles, then shadows. Shifting shapes and faint forms. Divers drift into focus from the blue depths. I barrel roll to check on my buddy with a flick of my fins, taking silent delight in the aquatic acrobatics. My buddy signals "okay" as I twirl round for a double take of the new dive group. They round the perimeter of the wreck and I recognize a pair of eyes, two, three- it's Meg, Shelby, and Julia from the Underwater Centre! Beaming through my regulator, I wave enthusiastically to my friends from Cap Ternay. From open water expedition members to divemaster interns, we've come so far in the past thirteen weeks. Since moving to Beau Valon, contact with interns at the other dive shops has been sporadic at best. I could not think of a more appropriate reunion than 18 meters below the surface, swimming into our roles as divemasters. It was the perfect birthday surprise.

*****

Cheers to the last twenty five years and all the people and experiences that have made it worth the while.