Watching the boys surf Santa Cruz and seeing the wildlife pop up and down around them in the water. I could only imagine that the larger predators thought they look just like their last meal. I could see the top of the kelp forest dancing on the waves that they rode. They said their fins would catch them occasionally but they were still able to move through the face of the wave with grace and ease.
I read a book when I was a child called “the magicians trap” and it was about being caught in a kelp bed under the sea. A spell was cast and it was only true love that released the spell.
When I see the tops of the kelp beds dancing on the waves all I can think of is magic and love.