Micah's eyes wandered to the water again. The sea stretched endlessly, its surface rippling with playful gleams. Maybe a swim would clear his mind and burn off some of this restless energy. Yes. He could exhaust himself and push all these stray thoughts out of his system.
He straightened and quickly walked toward the diving section where tourists rented gear. After signing up, he changed quickly, slipping into a wetsuit that clung snugly to his body. Then he followed the guide to the small boat bobbing near the dock. The man greeted him warmly, helped him with the mask and oxygen tank, and gave him a quick run-down of signals before they slipped into the water.
Micah's body adjusted to the pressure as he descended. Colour bloomed everywhere: schools of fish darting around like flickering sparks, soft corals swayed with the current like dancers, a sea turtle drifted slowly, and a cluster of tiny clown fish peeked nervously from anemones.
