Every running or not running water has its depths. No matter how much courage or strength lays in your bones, you will always have to fear the unknown. Either it’s because you want to discover or you want to overcome it, the unknown will eat you alive.

The water will be warm, will keep you floating for a while, crystal clear under your skin, washing all that’s on the surface, with a small glance of light underneath your toes. The wind will carry you, slowly while the clear sky keeps your eyes wide open as you move with the clouds. And the clouds are the only ones reminding you the time it’s still passing. But in this moments, the ticking is as slow as the blue waves.

It is a game the time is playing with the wind. One second is passing each time a cumulus makes a move on the map above your head. And sometimes, you keep your eyes set on one of them, just to try to play the game. You’re alone, in an endless canvas of water. You imagine ho