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13 06 2 0 2 5 Cool day of June 12 in Red Sea

"the city that floats—not just on water, but in memory" — someone

This day will forever remain etched in my memory as one of those rare, perfect days — a quiet adventure that unfolded beneath the surface of the Red Sea. The kind of day that doesn’t just pass; it lives with you.

We set off early that morning, the sun still low above the water, painting the world in warm gold. The boat rocked gently as we reached the dive site — somewhere near a coral garden known by locals as "The Blue Window." The sea was calm, almost mirror-like, and I had that quiet sense of anticipation that always comes before a dive — when the real world seems to pause, waiting for you to slip into another one.

The first breath beneath the surface — a step into another world

The first breath underwater is always a little sacred. One moment, the world is all sound and salt air, and the next — silence. Just the sound of your own breath and the slow dance of bubbles climbing toward the light.

He knew these waters like old friends — and shared them like secrets

Before the dive, we were briefed by our instructor, Alexander — patient, sunburnt, with a dry sense of humor and years of Red Sea experience behind his calm gaze. Underwater, he moved with the confidence of someone who belonged there. A quiet tap of his tank, a gesture, a steady glance — he made us feel safe. At one point, he pointed out a small turtle gliding far below. I would’ve missed it completely without him.

He wasn’t just guiding a dive. He was opening a door — into another world most people never truly see

I descended slowly, letting the pressure settle and my eyes adjust. The sea floor revealed itself like a living tapestry: coral ridges, canyons of soft sand, and the distant silhouettes of fish. Just ahead of me, a diver hovered effortlessly in the blue — weightless, calm, suspended as if in a dream. We nodded to each other through our masks. No words needed. Just the shared joy of being here.

A bold little guardian emerges — the clownfish and its anemone kingdom

Not long after, I encountered my first clownfish of the day. It darted out from its anemone like a tiny guardian, bold despite its size. I gave it a peace sign, and it seemed to respond with a proud flick of its tail. There’s something so oddly human in their movements — as if they’re just as curious about us as we are about them.

Two dolphins glide past — silent, graceful, almost mythical

Then, something shifted in the water — a presence, a current, an energy. We turned our heads and saw them: two dolphins gliding just beneath the surface. They moved with such grace it seemed unreal. One of them rolled in the water, letting the sunlight ripple across its belly. A few snorkelers above us froze, wide-eyed, as the dolphins passed like silent guardians of the deep. For a moment, everything stopped. No movement, no air bubbles, no camera clicks — just awe.

As we continued the dive, deeper into the reef, we spotted a moray eel peering from beneath a rock ledge. Its mouth opened and closed slowly, revealing sharp teeth and a cautious gaze. It didn’t retreat — just watched. I kept my distance, knowing this was its home, not mine. That silent understanding is something all divers learn: respect the space, and the ocean shares its secrets.

It was hypnotic — like drifting through a living mosaic

In the final minutes of the dive, we passed through a school of bannerfish — dozens of them, moving as one, their black and white stripes flickering against the reef. It felt like swimming through a living painting. I wanted to stay there forever, suspended in their movement, part of the current.

Eventually, the dive computers beeped, reminding us that time — even down here — still matters. We ascended slowly, pausing for a safety stop. Looking up, I saw the sun glittering through the surface, rays piercing the water like golden arrows.

Back on the boat, we peeled off our wetsuits in silence, still wrapped in the afterglow of what we’d seen. The dolphins. The clownfish. The bannerfish ballet. And the quiet.

Not all beauty is friendly. Some of it watches from the dark

There are moments when the world offers you something rare — not just beauty, but presence. The Red Sea didn’t just show us its colors that day. It gave us time — time to feel, to breathe slowly, to remember what it’s like to be small in a vast, ancient world.

I think I’ll always remember June 12 as a quiet miracle — not because anything extraordinary happened in the traditional sense, but because everything did. A dive, a few fish, a breathless moment with dolphins. Enough to last a lifetime

That,s all for today. Stand by





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