Something that began as a scary activity for me ended up being an experience that I will cherish forever. The kind of flow I experienced during my first night dive is something I have never ever felt before. All my senses were heightened, working at their optimal level, once I was ninety feet underwater in the Pacific. All I had was a torch that hardly illuminated my buddy ahead of me. The darkness, the silence, the movements around me and the vulnerability intensified my awareness to a level I had never experienced before. Soon something magical happened and I am not sure why. This fear of being in such an alien habitat slowly subsided and made me accept this environment as home, as something beautiful. I remember two seals swimming right beside me and my buddy throughout our dive trying to find fish using our torch lights and we helped them find some food. Once I entered this accepting phase of this experience, I completely lost track of time and felt like this was what I usually do at eleven every night. The act of scuba diving was forgotten, it felt that I was made to swim in these depths. Every movement of my flipper would trigger bioluminescence that made the experience even more magical. Now I was a diver with very less experience and on usual days I could not maintain a depth and control my buoyancy, but that day was different. I glided through the kelp and over the ocean bed like I was one the seals. It was a meditative state, the kind I never experienced before.