Drowning?

He stood by the shore, looking into the water. His image, distorted by the ripples stared back. Beyond it, murky depths. The sun shone brightly, its heat seeping the energy from his body. He craved a break from the beating so he stepped in. The foreign chill of the water felt amazing, his soles were no longer baking in the sand. The water's cool relief ushered him in and he was happy to indulge in it's serene familiarity. A hiatus to the adversity of hostility. A rest from a constant traverse across unending unfamiliar route. Yet on days like these a sort of remembrance sets in.  The motion of his entry created ripples in the still waters. HIs reflection now subject to rhythmic distortion but still comprehensible from his standpoint. 

He was knee-deep, embracing the cool. He wanted a swim. A little indulgence under the stillness of the waters. He took a little dive and he loved how it felt when he was engulfed. He trod further in and now his feet could no longer reach the murky ground. He floated a little and decided to swim further. His interference causing splashes and ripples, nothing else seemed to pierce the serenity of the water. He took a dive for the first time, his head now under the water, he saw the beauty of the water from within. The light shining from the sun into the clear ripples. He could hear his heart beat in sync with the flow of the water around him and a connection to the body. A unity with something so much greater than him, he could not imagine its scope. He kept swimming with his eyes closed, enjoying the embrace of the water around him.

He could no longer remember what the venom of the sun felt. The stifling sand now seemed to be one million miles away from him. He felt like he belonged in the water, he wanted to become a fish,(I just want to acknowledge how typically Luo this is) to live breathe and exist in the comfort of the depths. But the waters would feel cold soon, and he would need air.