Diving Into The Wreck

It is not totally true (anymore) that I don't like Christmas. There are a few things I did like about it this year. I liked the morning. I liked the fact that there was not a soul on the road, nobody in the streets, and the port was a desert place. I liked the fact that our boat woke the sea and the sun up at the same time, and that there were only water and clouds on the horizon. I liked the fact that F. took us free-diving to a wreck deep enough not to see it. I liked the stupid game we played after losing sigh of the wreck at twenty meters down, with only one rule: playing till the end. I liked the green of the water, I liked the purple of the jellyfish, I liked the grey of the sky, I liked the yellow of the boat. I liked noticing it was raining from under the surface. I liked the fact that F. took his time to go back to the port, exploring the coast like if it was the first time we were seeing it. I liked the morning. I like Christmasea mornings.

-First the air is blue and then it is bluer and then green and then black-