Breath. Breathe. Congestion and enclosure. Anxiety ensues — my willful mind convinces my body that all will be okay. Very slowly some calm drifts upon me, but cycles out again. That was my mind my first float.
What to do with those arms?
Experiencing darkness absolute, silence but for the sounds of water moving, the skin blending into the water, the sensation of drifting but not sure what direction until by arm, or head softly bumps into the edge and I drift away. Many, many small thoughts bouncing in my head.
Rotate my hands, move my feet in circles, feel the soft movement of all my joints. Find my head and tail – feel like a fish.