Whoosh

Lethal injection? Steam roller? Drowning in the bath? Falling from your balcony? Spontaneous combustion? Heroin overdose? Heart attack in your sleep? Interrupting a burglary? Giving birth? There are many ways to die, and you can only do it once. It's your final experience. The widest your eyes are ever going to open. It's probably going to be amazing, and you won't even be able to tell anyone about it. Me, I know how I want to die. I don't have any doubt. Even as a kid I had pictures of Atlantis on my bedroom walls, the city folk staring upwards at the waves 50 storeys high about to cover them up for ever. In the bible, the bit I liked was the red sea crossing, the wall of sea, being able to see the creatures as if you're strolling through an aquarium while the sea closes in furiously behind you. It's not that I want to die, I just want to experience that moment, the stillness, the rush of water, pure and clean. Looking up at the most powerful, beautiful wave curled and frothy, just about to break.