I have perched myself on a sandy clearing underwater. Lay there motionless for, like, 20 minutes just watching as fish and critters ambled past me. There is as much stuff going on in the sand as there is in the water. Never one to chase pelagics or speed from swim-through to pinnacle, I love the soft, slow motion aspect of diving. Actually I have no idea where I go in my head, but it's a place that feels right. Centered. Peaceful. And, if I'm not plagued with equipment malfunction or extreme current, it's probably the most ethereal experience I've ever had. Where else can you be utterly weightless and not have to pay the 2 million plus dollars to be shot into outer space in a claustrophobe's nightmare of a space capsule where you'll probably hurl anyway.
It's diving. And we're really. Really lucky. People weren't able to do this 40 years ago in the kind of comfort we now take for granted. Wet suits...BC's that work...and dive computers(!).
Watch this and remember your last dive:
