It's Thursday morning in Negril, and the ocean is especially calm. It's usually that way in the morning, but especially so today. It's like you're floating in an aquarium.

You do a lot of thinking when it's just you and the ocean. There's a calming force in the water, and you can feel it as you float along. I'm most happy in the ocean, either on top enjoying the sounds of waves and the calling of birds in the background, or under it snorkeling and spearfishing and, on each excursion, discovering something a bit different than anything I've ever seen before on the reefs.

How others can enjoy Negril without ever submerging themselves in the ocean is a mystery to me. I gotta have it.

My fries are cooking and the boat is coming, and I'm hoping my snack is ready before my pick-up. That's the only worry in the world I have right now, and that's a pretty good position to be in.

I do love Negril. I love it more than any place in the world. I will cherish every moment. Today, for the first time, I am really feeling at home. The rhythm of the reach is in sync with my own feelings and emotions -- I knew I'd get there soon, thank god -- and I'm ready and willing to embrace the day.

Ya mon.