Specifically, and more to a mermaid's point...., I loved being under the water. Because I love the way the world sounds under water. The muted noises from above and around you; the muffled sound of water pressing in on you; the eternal silence of sea. The unbelievable loudness of it. It's all so mysterious and yet embracing.
And, between swimming in the three or four different pools, the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea this summer, I've recalled this sensation that, as a child and a young woman, I loved.
I love the way the world sounds under water.
I learned, at a young age, to slip beneath a breaking wave and let the white, raw, churning head crash over me. All that primordial power overhead, that sound of history contained in ocean. There was nothing more exhilarating to me- it was my pied piper. But still there are so many more sounds- alone in a pool, the way you can hear yourself move through it like you are your own current, like you create your own current. Or in a busy pool when you can hear someone else's current, their body, move past yours.
Swirls of sound from every direction, all of them like ghosts in the water.
I love that you can, at once, hear everything around you and yet nothing at all. I love that you lose all sense of time because it has no place in this wild space.
It is endlessly ancient and enthralling.
Also, I may still want to be a mermaid when I grow up.