I Looked Into The Sea With The Same Sense Of Trespass That I Have Felt On Every Dive. A Modest Canyon

I looked into the sea with the same sense of trespass that I have felt on every dive. A modest canyon opened below, full of dark-green weeds, black sea urchins, and small flowerlike white algae. Fingerlings browsed in the scene. The sand sloped down into a clear-blue infinity. The sun struck so brightly I had to squint. My arms hanging at my sides, I kicked the fins languidly and traveled down, gaining speed, watching the beach reeling past. I stopped kicking, and the momentum carried me on a fabulous glide. When I stopped, I slowly emptied my lungs and held my breath. The diminished volume of my body decreased the lifting force of water, and I sank dreamily down. I inhaled a great chestful and retained it. I rose toward the surface.