I dreamt last night that I went underwater. It was in the Bosphorus, off Uskudar. I had heard this and found it was true, that there was a silent landscape of lush yellow coral there, extending as far as one could see. I stayed there for a long time, looking around in wonder, and realised that I was underwater but the lack of air didn’t trouble me. Then I thought I should bring the GF and show it to him, so went up, out of the water, to a noisy, busy dock, and then woke up, confused.
It was a vibrant dreams, the kind that stays with you. I know where it comes from, a recent news article about corals in a certain spot in the Caribbean flourishing despite the environmental degradation around them. Two moments stay: the silent, still corals under the water, and then coming out into noise and bustle and splashing water.