Last night at West End Divers we did a night dive to Swiss Cheese, considerably farther from the shop than our typical nighttime choice, Lighthouse. Following an ear infection and weeks out of the water, it felt surreal to be blowing bubbles again, especially at night and with lil Derry Cooper, whose excitement Andy summarized perfectly in one sentence: "Every dive for him is dive one." It's so fucking cool to be around that energy. Sometimes as adults we forget the joy of discovery.
On our way back to the shop, I watched the bioluminescence in our wake when normally we'd be breaking down equipment. The longer ride gave me a bit more time to enjoy the darkness. I stared starboard side into the distance, into nothing but black, and I felt an incredible wave of gratitude for being alive, and for not having had to experience what it'd be like trying to survive overnight in the ocean, floating cold in the water.
I'm thankful for my friends at West End Divers, from Indio to Andy and everyone in between, for Bugs to John and their lifetime of knowledge, for Nelson and Darwin and my dive buddies past and present. Thank you for always keeping things safe in the water. Thanks for keeping things fun. Thanks for giving a fuck when I need help.
And I'm thankful for those I love, from HH to my brothers and parents, for Nara and my nieces, and for all of my friends who've supported me both when I deserve it and also when I don't.
I love you all, especially you, HH, the most maximum. Thank you.