There it is. The distant murmur in the background of his boss’s
voice droning on about some or other thing in the meeting.
Nodding at appropriate times just to give the notion that he’s
actually present in the conversation; Roland’s mind is focused
on other more important things. His gear. His plan. His adven-
ture that awaits.
As he mulls over the logistics of tomorrows dive and smiles
inwardly knowing that tomorrow is going to be a great day. An
epic day. Conditions are set to be decent. His dive buddy, Jay,
reliable. Everything is packed and ready to go. Now it’s just a
matter of time before he can punch out and head home.
He awakes the following morning at 4am to what would
normally be the irritating sound of the alarm. Never on days
like this though. That alarm only puts a smile on his face as he
opens his eyes. This doesn’t ever feel like work and that’s why
he knows that this is his true destiny. It is his drive. It is that which
makes him who he is.
He meets Jay on time, as usual, at the dive shop. No one
is even there yet save the owner, Alex. Alex smiles and greets
them enthusiastically. “How many tanks today?” Alex asks. “Four
please,” Roland replies. They grab the tanks, jump in the car
and they’re off.