Submerged

No need to worry - let me say that right away - but there’s a ton of water flowing into my apartment, and this being Christmas Eve, “it doesn’t show signs of stopping.” Luckily I have a scuba tank and a diving mask. I’ll be okay.

And now I’m completely submerged. All is calm. All is quiet. I’m sitting on my couch, toward its edge (to make room for my tank). I’m aware of my breathing of course. You’re always aware of your breathing underwater. My mind isn’t thinking about how this situation will rectify itself. I’m not concerned about water damage. I’m not worried about the future. I’m underwater, in the present, in my apartment, and it’s nice.

Breathe in, breathe out.