Turtle and I explore the sea with laisser-aller because our shared creed is: “Let the unseen be found, no matter how deep or profound.”.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, but turtle wears their’s in their antrum—next to a seaweed morsel chewed like bubbly gum.

When we meet creatures on the sea-street with affects of froideur, we warm them by turtle playing chauffeur with shell-top tours of grandeur and myself offering service as on-call masseur.

When we part for slumber break, I with disheveled hair and turtle with dis-shell-veled underwear, we glance appreciations at our paddling pal, ESPing to each other: “I am glad to endure that which is presented to bear with someone who equally-differently-sincerely does care.”. ; )