Blue

Today I submerged myself and saw blue, shimmering blue broken only by the edges of light and shadow, beautiful projections of sunlight through the ever-shifting waves, powerful reminders of the intrinsic geometry that permeates all. The world grows silent, and I become an observer of the blue, a resident of the deep. I am for once oblivious of the worries and hassles of the world, and become aware only of the beautiful blue, traversed by swimmers up above, up there, breaking that far-away plane between this magic and the forgotten rest, producing multitudes of bubbles with every move, round sparkles of white, tiny fairies lifting through their simultaneous, parabolic, unawarely harmonious dance.

My ears silence for a minute, my surroundings are muffled by the thick liquid. Gravity disappears, and my body trusts the water to move it with gentleness. It surrenders to its kind push, to its soothing friction, and it finds itself in blue space.

I surrender my will to my body, and it pauses. It falls, it rises. My limbs ache to explore the magic blue, and they twist of their own accord. They move in opposition, they decide to unite, then to separate. They stab the blue, they caress it, they scratch it. My legs and arms are willful, and they all play together. They envelop each other, they intersect, they try new angles, new poses, new moves, novel to them as they cannot remember doing them before, and are overjoyed at the encounter of these possibilities. They play with each other, with the blue, and are servants of no one but themselves. Meanwhile I see the swimmers above me swim forward, like another species, seemingly oblivious, or uninterested, of the blue magic under their bellies.