The stingray that watched us eat breakfast

Docked in Grand Cayman. Eating breakfast on our balcony, port side facing the tender dock. A massive stingray — easily five feet across — was circling in the water directly below our balcony. It stayed for over an hour, just gliding in slow circles. My partner started dropping small pieces of croissant into the water, which I told him was almost certainly not allowed. The stingray did not eat the croissant. A seagull did. The stingray continued its serene circles, unbothered by the seagull, unbothered by us, unbothered by existence. We named it Raymond. Ray for short. We watched Raymond until the tender boats started running and he glided away. Sometimes I think about Raymond's perfect, peaceful life and I am envious.