He laughed lightly at her analysis: “Depth is just one of those beautiful, rare things I guess.” His friend’s eyes grew a bit more intense as she looked away, to a dragonfly skimming the tops of the roses.
“I mean… I suppose.”
“You don’t agree, then?”
“No, it’s not that. I guess that depth just isn’t inherently good. I mean, if you can’t swim, then all that ‘depth’ means is that you’re going to drown.”