It’s cool enough to enjoy tea, and enjoy we are. Kathryn and I spent the morning kayaking to the north of Isla Partida where hundreds of sea lions were raising their pups. I was drawn to paddle into a cave, sided with flat black rocks, deep, narrow and tall. Below the water was clear to the sandy bottom featuring liquid light beams ten feet below. The swells pushed gurgled sounds into the air that was already occupied by sea lion wails. Purple, pink and green plants covered the walls. Suddenly, two big round eyes popped out of the water. A baby sea lion. He kissed my go pro with curiosity and twirled down to the sand where he picked up a rock and started playing with it in his mouth like a human baby with a chew toy. I jumped in with snorkel and mask and was led toward the bigger lions. The water teamed with colorful life, purple fans, bright green parrot fish, yellow finned angel fish. The first lion I met was a hefty but hansom fellow gliding unperturbed by my lanky body. I was completely at his mercy. I swam toward the rocks where I motivated 10 adults to bark their consent then slide in. Soon there were as many bodies in the water around me than a well-attended party. I swam down into their midst so that they were under me, over me and on all sides. They became a curtain so all that existed was right there, within their sphere. Suspended for that moment, no longer as Mark, but as the unattainable tide. I held my arms out open, but none reciprocated the hug.
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