All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. – F. Scott Fitzgerald
This cedar tree fish is today’s Fish of the Day.
So I’ve been on this kick of doing capoeira in the sea, and this morning I read that my underwater somersaults may be part of a larger trend–as detailed in this article on the Aqualillies–a synchronized swimming troupe.
Needing a quick break from writing today, I decided to take a swim in the sea with my friends–the fish. Stroking along my usual route, I noticed that the television on the floor of the sea had mysteriously disappeared. I never found out how it got there in the first place, and now I’m not sure how it vanished.
While I was appreciating how quiet it is under the water–far from the commotion of every day life–I noticed a Lebanese man–about forty-years-old–treading water, about thirty feet in front of me. I grew concerned that he couldn’t swim–he seemed nervous, like a fish out of water–in water. As I was following some fish through their homes, I watched him–out of the corner of my goggles–dive so far under the water that I thought he might drown. I’ve never seen anyone go down that deep, and I knew there was no way I could save him if something went wrong–he was just too big. As I marveled at him touching down on the floor of the sea, he grabbed the waistband of his bathing suit and dropped his drawers. Just like that–he slipped off his suit to flash his derriere. Real classy. So I guess it’s hard to leave the world behind–even under the surface of the water–when the sea is still full of sharks…
