I knew I was going to jump.
I’d jumped nearly every day, but this was different. The lake wasn’t clear, it was black. The sun wasn’t shining, the moon gently lit the lapping waves. The volcano was an imposing dark outline against the starry sky.
I thought about the things that might hide in deep, dark water. And how every time I jumped into water where I couldn’t see the bottom, I felt like I was going to keep plunging until I reached the center of the earth. I would just fall and fall and there would be nothing to catch me. I could only trust that I’d survive, that somehow the jump would be worth it.