Vantage point

Wednesday, November 15, 2006


The water was rushing into his nostrils and filling up his wind pipe. It was clogging his ears and burning his eyes. He was flailing, struggling... drowning. He could almost smell the reaper.

Then he stood up. And suddenly what felt deep to him moments back suddenly looked so shallow. So insignificant. So puny that he couldn't believe he almost drowned in it.

He stepped out of the water, and walked away. His clothes and his shoes would dry in a while. After all, the sun was out.