‘THE DEPTHS call me’

I am lying face up, floating on the surface of the sea. One hand is on the dive line. The line that descends to 67 metres, the line that I will follow down. The depths call me; I visit them one breath at a time.

I take a deep, full breath to fill my lungs. I’m completely relaxed. I turn and lower my body into the water. One stroke of my arms and my fin follows: I’ve started my descent. The first 10 metres are when I kick the strongest. I’m pushing past the positive buoyancy that wants to pull me back to the surface.

I’m in a rhythm until I reach 20 metres, where I take my mouthful (a technique that allows you to equalise at depth by holding air in your cheeks). My lungs are already about half their normal size now, the pressure compressing them. I take a few more kicks and relax my arms to my sides.

This is when my favourite part begins: the free fall.

I have to relax and remain completely present. If I let myself think about the end result

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