For anything in life to come full circle, there must be, at the very least, a perceived starting point. One can not expect to enter a circle before understanding this concept, lest they become sucked up quickly in a centrifugal whirlwind. Upon discovering the gleam from something beneath the surface, Harjen quickly compromised his own integrity when he dove in head first after the object.
The initial splash into the water sent a shock to his system. Although the water temperature was not too far below 70 degrees, a chill made its way quickly up his spine and into his cerebellum. The initial reaction he felt was to exit the water, but as a soul who had become akin to suffering for what he really wanted, this only encouraged him to delve further.
Down he went, several feet below the surface now, stroking forward, head first. Exhaling deeply, sending bubbles quickly to the surface, his outstretched arm finally touched the bottom. His fingertips pushed several inches into the sandy bottom of the stream, causing the area to become shrouded in dust and sand, obscuring his minimized sight.
To be continued…