My eyeballs must have upgraded with Photoshop while I was asleep. That hypnotically translucent, turquoise tinted water I woke up to just cannot be real.
Of course… it is. The Bahamas has the Dom Pérignon Rose 1959 Champagne standard of sea. Best in the world. Nothing finer.
So later that morning, as the near-luminous waves drew themselves up a few inches and splashed over me, I felt I was being soothed by a magic potion that had been Photoshopped to 100% cyan and was deliciously washing away two years of pandemic misery.
