The wind was clean to his lungs,
Cool and crisp he could breathe again.
After being underwater for years,
His head finally broke the surface.

Walking around on land was again new to him,
Like when he was young, he had to work just to stay standing.
In his mind, he remembered why he first went underwater;
Gravity was just too much.

But he didn’t long to go back
He had missed the warmth of the sun,
He missed being dry,
And he had missed seeing people.

Walking into the distance the water on him started to evaporate
The wind was clean to his lungs.

— On Staying Dry