Another day in paradise (short story 8)

She woke up to the sound of the birds as any other day, opened the curtains and the door to her balcony and immediately knew from the smell in the air that it finally had rained last night. She stretched her arms, her neck and back and as the sun was shining brightly through the trees she thought to herself, what a beautiful fresh day in paradise. Heading down to her beach, this time all the way down to the big pool between the reefs and the weed, she was all excited to see what this amazing spot will bring her today, now, in her own private paradise. Step by step into the sea, slowly and calmly as if not to disturb the life underneath, taking long deep breaths welcoming every little wave that splashes to her skin an extra inch with each step further and then stopping to enjoy the chill water as it gently touches her. The endless horizon she can picture with her eyes closed, the whale shaped rocks not too far from shore, the hills along the peninsula on the west, the deserted white beach with a palm tree leaning side way on the east, smiling to her self as IT IS one of the most relaxing enjoyable moments that she knows, early morning when it is quiet and all to her self. Take it in, take it all in. She kept standing at the point just before the water reaches above the belly button enjoying every breath with a light movement, first with her fingers drawing eights in the water, then small circles with her wrists as it grows and move the hands then the arms, stronger movements almost as if she was dancing in the water to the rhythm of the waves when she then realised she was not alone in her little spot in the water in paradise. A school of fish was swimming right towards her, then made a turn away from her. She stood there watching without a movement, checking them out as they were checking her out (or not...), swimming in circles around her, first a big circle then a bit closer and swam away. That was nice, I wonder what they think of me she thought to herself as she noticed them swimming back towards her again. And so they swam towards and away from her. Oh ye, of course, she laughed, silly me, fish have a very short memory, they can't remember they've just been here, she was smiling to this thought when she suddenly noticed that each time they change direction more fish are joining the school. It kept growing and growing as she counted at least 100 fish swimming in a structured double pyramid shape. Not really paying attention to how long she's been standing there breathing, watching, playing, smiling she then felt a little hot and sweaty, she dived straight in to join the school but they were not as friendly and could not be fooled to think that she was one of them and just like that, they swam away...