On strong windy days here in Miami, the warm Caribbean ocean churns like a washing machine, and pulls all the seaweed out of hiding. Though it is a nuisance when swimming, the mix of colors against the green and blue water is appealing. I exit the sea with seaweed in my hair like a true mermaid, and usually find some hidden in my bathing suit when I get home.
I brought some seaweed home recently for further examination. I left it sitting on a table, and within the hour it had shriveled up to nothing. I revived it in a bowl of water. It made me realize how much it needs water for its existence, much like us humans. Without water, seaweed shrivels up and dies.