Saturday, July 23, 2011
It started with a single drop that fell into the placid sea in front of me. The ripples came quickly and hit my mask. For someone who can't swim and is struggling to keep afloat in his BC (buoyancy compensator / life vest), they seemed like waves of apocalyptic proportions. Then it started to rain.
Heaven reflected in the azure waters vanished. Countless beads assaulted its surface. Each one blossomed into ever-growing concentric circles, then overlapped into an array of illogical Venn diagrams. It was chaos. Sensing my growing panic, my diving buddy flashed a hand signal, but I was too busy fighting for my life to notice.
He shoved the regulator into my mouth and pulled our weight underwater. He held my face close to his and waited for me to relax. Guided by his gentle nodding, my breathing slowed, and I stopped struggling. I looked around and finally understood. Under the broken glass surface, everything was quiet. Peaceful. Beautiful.
photo from here