The waiting was categorized by a shaky heartbeat and anticipation moving to the beat of an uneasy samba. My feet teetered off of the dock as crows began to circle their deviant ways around my head, my eyes saw the 12 foot drop where air meets water and cringed. My mind was no longer its own, but a mere pendulum swinging back and forth between diving in or surrendering to stagnance.
It was summer and summer is the uneventful, bored person’s opiate, where suddenly the freshly cut grass and honeysuckle dew makes everything seem brighter and bolder. With no past and an unsure future, there’s a certain brilliance towards this confidence and fleeing logic that you don’t have the rest of the year. Summer is the window you open to let air in. Summer …show more content…
In between the wood platform, the cracks revealing the water stared back at me and I urged courage to submit itself quickly. I began to crouch and clasped my hands into diving position over my head, like the head of a hungry serpent, preying on a tranquil sea. I glanced at my surroundings and remembered that it would never be like this again. This was real, this was summer in its unsheltered magnificence, and this was my chance. In one smooth movement, I swallowed my reverence for safety and thrust my flailing, floundering body into parabolic motion further and faster, splatting into the blazing abyss with a sting. With my body in the midst of turbid teal water wrestling for gravity, every sense was amplified. I heard the underwater wee-wow-ee-ah’s of erratic nonsense as clearly as C sharp on the piano, wondering if it was a secret language of communication humans have yet to be taught. The minnows, shiny, slimy, and spry, danced in their circle, occasionally brushing against me and recoiling, a way that welcomed though never invited me over. I felt the unexpected brazen burn of the chilly water all around me, suddenly, my entire summer of half-remembered daydreams turned into an awakening of reality with the goosebumps to prove it. I thought about how much I’d missed out on last year. I thought
It was summer and summer is the uneventful, bored person’s opiate, where suddenly the freshly cut grass and honeysuckle dew makes everything seem brighter and bolder. With no past and an unsure future, there’s a certain brilliance towards this confidence and fleeing logic that you don’t have the rest of the year. Summer is the window you open to let air in. Summer …show more content…
In between the wood platform, the cracks revealing the water stared back at me and I urged courage to submit itself quickly. I began to crouch and clasped my hands into diving position over my head, like the head of a hungry serpent, preying on a tranquil sea. I glanced at my surroundings and remembered that it would never be like this again. This was real, this was summer in its unsheltered magnificence, and this was my chance. In one smooth movement, I swallowed my reverence for safety and thrust my flailing, floundering body into parabolic motion further and faster, splatting into the blazing abyss with a sting. With my body in the midst of turbid teal water wrestling for gravity, every sense was amplified. I heard the underwater wee-wow-ee-ah’s of erratic nonsense as clearly as C sharp on the piano, wondering if it was a secret language of communication humans have yet to be taught. The minnows, shiny, slimy, and spry, danced in their circle, occasionally brushing against me and recoiling, a way that welcomed though never invited me over. I felt the unexpected brazen burn of the chilly water all around me, suddenly, my entire summer of half-remembered daydreams turned into an awakening of reality with the goosebumps to prove it. I thought about how much I’d missed out on last year. I thought