A View From Below
My earliest memory of learning about death happened while playing in the ocean as a child. Like many people, I experienced almost drowning – a common way of learning about our own mortality. I remember looking up at the sunlight shining through the waves. If my friend’s mother hadn’t pulled me up, out of the water, I guess I would have died.
Thinking back to this moment, I remember the way the water’s surface looked – sunlight sparking through the shifting waves where I’d fallen through the surface – something I hadn’t noticed in the moment, but upon recollection, can appreciate.
I wish I could be in that moment with an unlimited amount of time, just to enjoy looking up at the sun shining through the waves.
