You start above the surface. Crouching on the wet rock you see the deep green forest dip down to reach the drifting waters, while the ripples slosh lightly at your feet. You are awkward, flapping towards the shore as you lift each flat, pancake-like foot and shift the airtight goggles that have already begun to leave a mark on your forehead. You bend to stroke the water, recoil after the chilling immersion into wetness, and brace yourself for total plunge. Down you go.
Bubbles burst towards the surface as you sink beneath the lip of the lake. The cold surrounds you for a moment before dissipating into nothingness, and your pancake feet have suddenly become lean and powerful. The world above was filled with chirping birds and chittering squirrels, but this new world is saturated with a peaceful silence, broken only by your rasping breath that reminds you all too well that you do not belong. Below you lurks darkness, casting shadows that you can discern just well enough to realize they are there. Your body is white and spidery by comparison, hanging like a delicate weed, vulnerable to the pull from below.
You kick your fins and the moment passes. You have been liberated from the shackles of gravity, free to twist and flip as you please. A gray fish darts beneath you, and you decide to follow it further into the depths. Does it know you are there? It stops abruptly, but does not turn. Would it feel fear for the looming monster that waits behind it, with tentacle-like limbs and eyes that are large, flat and empty? The monster means no harm, but sympathy does not favor the grotesque. As quickly as it stops, now the fish scuttles away, and you begin to follow when you hear a scream in the distance. There is a violent whine that comes closer and closer, threatening to overtake you, but as you turn around yourself the underworld remains dark and devoid of motion. At last the cry is too great. As quickly as you had stopped, you turn and lunge for the white surface
and suddenly you are back into paradise, watching as a simple motor boat zooms by in the distance. Your shoulders are cold, and your forehead can feel the pressure of the strangling mask once again. You
dip below one last time before
rising to make your way back up the rocky shore.