Most striking though were all the colors. The gentle tickling of the anemones against my arms and legs as I swam felt like the first time my newborn son reached out and held my hand, his tiny fingers brushing the hair on my arms. The constant “whoosh” of the ocean’s tide sent memories of my first time coursing through my mind that incredible night camping with my girlfriend on the beach in Cancun during spring break. The smell and taste of the salt water reminded me of all the childhood summers I spent at the Oregon coast searching for sand dollars and playing in the sand. Scuba diving in Thailand was an entirely unique experience for someone as boring as me, and I wouldn’t soon forget it. So many adults go through life numb to the experiences happening all around us, not realizing our deceptively short amount of time on this earth could be bettered by slowing down to appreciate each of the things sparking our senses. I think the last time was at a Pink Floyd laser light show in my 20’s, but my memories about that night are a bit hazy. It had been some time since all my senses fired simultaneously.
