Remember

Back to the Pacific Northwest; flying in Nevada didn't work, with the wind daily either too strong or coming from the wrong quarter to allow safe gliding flight. Fight nature? Just Do It? ... No Fear? No thanks; I definitely fear bad flying conditions. I'll wait.

For the moment, some words on a recent night dive. Like most of what I post here, this is a fragment.


Remember this, I think, breaking the surface of the Pacific with the base of my skull and spitting the regulator from my mouth and simply floating, starlight streaming down my mask and vest; remember this bouyancy; this wilderness of salty air; remember the act of breaking a surface, of moving from a microverse of dark confinement to a universe in which photons from unimaginably distant and unimaginable sources rain into my eyes.

(c) Cameron M. Smith 2009


Below, after a night dive with Todd Olson (right).