At night. Water temp: 85. Outside temp: 90 or so.
Ear to the water doing the side stroke I hear:
My breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
The water slapping against my body.
I feel:
The silken feel of the water.
My body slicing through the water. Whether or not it’s fast and furious or slow and languorously. I did both tonight. Twenty laps of semi-fast and furious to another four or five that were slow and languorous. (Love that word, don’t you?)
I see:
A jet passing over, lights flashing. Bats fly over, sans lights.
I am sated. It’s been a good day. Cleansing in a way most of you cannot fathom.
I have no clue what I ever did without a pool. We weren’t looking for one. But it found us.
Posted by Lynne on 07/17/2012 at 07:39 PM
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