After the first flinch, the body adapts. Cold, embarrassment, adrenaline — they reconfigure into an odd kind of clarity. Standing waist-deep in the sea with less fabric than intended, I felt both smaller and freer. There’s a certain stripping power to the experience: it removes not just clothing but the small, ornamental constraints people drape over themselves. For a moment I was as elementary as the salt and light around me, exposed and improbable.