Chapter 5: Higher PowersThe waves of the planet were stunning. For a long time, before I even got on my board, I stood by the sidelines with the other surfers and well-wishers to simply watch the ocean. The moons hung silver in the air, fat and round and so close to us that I felt even smaller than I had in my father’s attic bedroom. The moons dragged the waves, rustled the water, and made it so the ocean battled with itself. One side would crest, the color of the water almost purple to match the sky, and then it would descend and expose the ocean floor, ringed with coral and rocks that shimmered against the moons.
Then the whole process would start over again. Better than Moses and the Red Sea, this was an operatic demonstration of the planet’s power.
At times, I could see fish jumping
