Dryland

Photo by Tim Marshall on Unsplash

I’ve spent the last six months a scuba diver, reentering the atmosphere slowly from the depths of bottomless mimosas. I was running out of air and it was time to resurface despite the insidious protests from my anxiety. Dryland had bright lights, people, problems, memories. The bottom of the ocean was dark and quiet and heavy like a weighted blanket.

I knew it was time to come back because I had just finished two bottles of wine on my own as my…