The wind created just enough of a gentle breeze to lightly ripple the water and the moon shone just enough to make the tiny waves glisten like diamonds. The water, clear and green in daylight, was dark and black under the night sky. Boats were lined up on their moorings in neat rows, their anchor lights glowing like stars. All around Storyville we could hear the whoosh of dolphins as they broke the surface for a breath of air. If we looked closely we could see their backs in the path of the moonbeam. We could hear thousands of fish churning the water, trying their best not to become dinner for the dolphins. Swirling, puffing, churning, activity everywhere in the water. We were mesmerized by the magical moment.
“Man has always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much...the wheel, New York, wars and so on...while all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man...for precisely the same reason.” ~Douglas Adams