My dive watch lovingly reminded me that our survey was taking us into the realm between 30 and 40 meters deep. The beauty of the surroundings, just as awe-inspiring as the top 30 meters, beckoned. The call is one of embrace as the darkness of the deep surrounds the staff of divers caressing its depth. Alas, ships taken in by coral and fish surround and pull even further.
Imagine the desire, the pull for finding hidden markers; places rarely seen by others. During our second dive on my last day diving with the marine conservation effort on Koh Tao, we went after a pinnacle not by simple mooring lines but instead by gps. We dove, and again were met with spectacular coral and sea life. My only hope is to see such an underwater world flourish. This world had life, but only hanging in the balance by a thread. Just imagine what it was and what it could become if we were to devote more to such things.
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Blinking for but a moment does nothing to take away from the memory supplanting benign lazy afternoons that came before immersion in the deep. It’s cold, and with time’s embrace, this distinct feeling of raised skin against a cool wetsuit flourishes among those little bits of thought. An attempt at describing those memories, describing these bits of thoughts brings only a loss of words from me.
While fascinated by and lucky to experience these dark blue sites below, sounds closed in. The regulator of my mask seemed to whisper gasps of life followed by steady streams of little bubbles. What can you do outside of look on in amazement as the current sways from side to side? Floating effortlessly over alien surfaces unlike any on land, what is there to do outside of wonder? What is there to do other than allowing yourself, and your thoughts be swept away, into the deep.