One night, the moon was full and bright. I joined a small group for a guided moonlit kayak paddle from Port Aransas. We slipped quietly into dark water, headlamps off, moonlight shimmering on the bay. The world felt hushed.
In silence, we glided past mangrove tunnels, watched fireflies blinking on marsh edges, heard distant frog calls. Bioluminescent plankton occasionally glowed under paddles.
Afterward, back at The Palms, I sipped herbal tea on my patio and listened to night insects, felt warm air on my skin. I drifted to sleep dreaming of tides, moonlight, gentle waves.