Scuba diving begins spread-eagled on an azure bed as smooth as glass. Head back, masked eyes facing the heavens. Hovering above beauty. Hovering below beauty.
A lengthy, controlled flow of escaping air. Crystal clear waters engulf saturated neoprene. No longer are we between worlds. We have chosen ours below the line now above.
Sea Goldies flicker about from left to right. Chocolate Dips dart everywhere in-between. Visibility is endless.
My unhappiness is genuine when air runs low calling time on today’s scuba diving.