A breath of fresh air
City air tastes different from rural country air. There is a a certain heaviness that comes with city air. Maybe it's the cloud of pollution that lingers or maybe it's due to the lack of vegetation. The water is the same way. Here in the city it's green, sometimes yellow and gross. The water at Fisher's Island was crisp and salty. There was no undercurrent of the rotting, toxic waste smell that the harbor maintains.
As we revved through the the calm water towards the oyster farm I couldn't help feeling more awake then I've ever felt before. This was truly an amazing opportunity to expand my knowledge. We practiced pivot turns––backing up and maneuvering in tight spaces.
We docked, aware of what the current and wind were doing as we approached at a 45 degree angle, learning that it's just as important to watch the scuba divers in the water as it is to secure the boat. Nothing was rushed and every step was thought through until the plan was clear as the water was when I reached down and grazed my hand on it's surface. The oyster cages were even visible underwater! It is a place I hope to see again.