Freediving is my passion.

I have noticed that I always get a Pavlovian reaction to freediving, my mouth starts to water, it’s completely unconscious, it’s spittle to defog my mask. I put my gear on with record speed and slip into the water tying to make as little of a splash as possible. As the bubbles clear I am already morphing into to another creature, stealthier, more confident, monitoring less faculties perhaps but more positively in charge of the ones at hand. I can practically feel myself change, my breath becomes my all, each one is logged, each one a whole unit, birth and death, a microcosm of life.
My thoughts fall away and I am there in the present listening to stronger, less insecure, instincts. Chances are that I will know every creature I see today. I will know them like neighbors I have lived next to. Will know whether they are shy and reclusive, paranoid and skittish, inquisitive and not too bright, hungry and unpredictable, oblivious and self absorbed. If I am hunting, I know how to stalk my prey; I know where to find them and how they will act when I approach them.