The cold invites him to a place of transcendent beauty and brilliance. He marvels at the clarity of the water as the sun rays dance on the rippled sand below. He swims outwards from shore until the bottom is out of sight. Nothing but the sun and water are between him and his goal. The line is set and he drops down into the vast blue of numbing water. All at once he thinks of nothing but the moment, focusing on equalizing and succumbing to the pressure - a surrendering of his mind and body. He trusts himself to the presence of something greater. He arrives at the point of negative buoyancy, where his body begins to effortlessly free fall into the abyss. He closes his eyes and enters a state of pure nothingness - a state where reality and dreams are blended into one. He is not asleep, nor is he awake. There is only the delicate moment.
As he reaches his target depth he wakes up, knowing only half of the goal is attained. From his dream state to reality, he turns back up for air. With a series of swift kicks, he makes his way back to the surface. His mind is now focused on receiving precious oxygen, and his legs begin to burn from effort. Yet, the farther he goes the easier it gets. His body becomes postitive and he gently floats to the surface with no effort. Before he reaches the thin divide, he remembers what it took to get him where he was, and where he wants to go. Patience, consistency, and most importantly, complete trust in himself is the ultimate source of success. He surfaces, breathes, and looks to his companion for assurance. He has made it, and how sweet it is.