Hollywood Beach, FL
Sunday afternoon, 3 July 2016
Freedive
When they say low viz, it can be like a sandstorm out West on America’s deserts or plains, but underwater.
You can hear the grains of sand hitting your mask and GoPro camera housing.
What’s interesting is that the surface was calm.
You can have two different worlds happening at the same time.
The day was cloudy.
I was feeling a little off this weekend, so I just had to dive.
I went back out to where the shark came.
But “my” 12 foot hammerhead shark is probably 1,000 miles away by now.
Hope he’s ok.
I swam outward in a swirl of low visibility sightlessness and blended primary colors – teal and taupe.
I am sure there were other animals were out there with me, but I didn’t see them.
I have no idea if they saw me. I heard the water in my ears and the sand grains.
Did you know that sharks can hear you from miles away?
It is funny how much more I know about the sea now. About inside the sea.
When I was writing and completing my upcoming novel Her Blue Watered Streets, I learned a lot, but that only led me to this.
A jumping off point to something more. Details inside details.
Which is great because artistically it allows this blogstory Fear & Loving: Where Sea Level Meets the Deep to be its own distinct literary project.