coming up for air

Imagine having your head under the water in a quiet swimming pool. the haunting resonance of current in your head. haunting emptiness. the absence of anyone but yourself. deep blue emptiness. breath held and lungs tensed, a constipation and a constriction for preservation. a moment when your thoughts scream and every motion cries a futile attempt to plead sanity.

Then imagine coming up for air. a first gasp that burns the lungs, senses liberated with the sounds of nature-- the static of crickets, rustle of foliage, and a brilliant burst of colours. initial awe overwhelming the relief born of past fear, there is nothing more ecstatic than this. a conscious existential note tinged with gratitude. a feeling, nay, an emotion so intense it brims. for this is what it feels to be alive. to be human.

jolly good. a heartening conversation that inspired reflection and melancholy. it's been a while...