Miri treaded water, waiting, watching. A hundred yards away on the boat, the others were filming, and there was a diver with a waterproof camera somewhere nearby. Suddenly she wished she had put on the wetsuit instead of just the bikini; but there was too much artifice to all this as it was.
The cow and her calf were nearby: they’d seen the spouts. They would come closer when the cow was ready, long grey shapes moving silently through the blue. She’d wrap her arms around the slippery skin and their minds would reach out, and the conversation would start.