I haven’t been swimming in so long. I had a dream about swimming last night. It was vivid. The water was the bluest I had ever seen. But I wasn’t able to get into it because no one else wanted to. I suppose I should have jumped in anyway. I never do things I should do. It’s a pity, really. I should start doing the things I feel I should do, rather than the things others allow me to feel comfortable doing.
The moon’s light reflected off of the lake. She was thinking about how little they knew of each other; he couldn’t think of a better way to get acquainted. How better to get to know someone than to share the same giant bathtub?
All she wanted to do was hurl herself down, farther, cutting cleanly through the crisp water, all skin over muscle over bone. She wanted to feel the flex and flow of tendons straining. She wanted to swim until she couldn’t and then let the current drag her farther still. She wanted to fight that current and then let herself lie limp. She wanted to never return to the place she left.
She took a breath.
And then she dove.
The current carried her away.
my legs and arms move but i don’t feel it. I just see the world going by in a blur of faded colors. the air is thick like water. i float. i sink a little. i float and float and swim, then cough. sputter. drown.
We watched a lady sitting with her feet in a tank of water, full of litte
fish swimming about, they are supposed to nibble the dry skin off
the bottoms of your feet. The leaflet says it tickles. Can a diet of dry skin be a good diet for fish that swim ???
I miss the days of youth when every day in the summer, I would go out to my Grandma’s after church and spend time swimming with my family. It doesn’t happen much these days.
I love summer and summer means swimming. Surrounded by cool, wet water. Hands slicing through the liquid, pulling you on to your destination. Or floating on your back, with no where to go. My all time favorite is floating on a raft. Looking down at the sunlight sparkle in the water.
the lake was peaceful. we splashed playfully, melding ourselves with the one place we called home. i watched her swim back and forth, i followed. we flocked together like a family. always residing in harmony.
My arms cut through the water, like a sharp blade. I feel graceful, and one with the water. Almost like a fish, but not quite at home. When I reach the end, I flip and start all over again.
I haven’t been swimming in so long. I had a dream about swimming last night. It was vivid. The water was the bluest I had ever seen. But I wasn’t able to get into it because no one else wanted to. I suppose I should have jumped in anyway. I never do things I should do. It’s a pity, really. I should start doing the things I feel I should do, rather than the things others allow me to feel comfortable doing.
Your songs remind me of swimming, which I forgot when I started to sink. Take a deep breath. Suck the water in your chest.
The moon’s light reflected off of the lake. She was thinking about how little they knew of each other; he couldn’t think of a better way to get acquainted. How better to get to know someone than to share the same giant bathtub?
All she wanted to do was hurl herself down, farther, cutting cleanly through the crisp water, all skin over muscle over bone. She wanted to feel the flex and flow of tendons straining. She wanted to swim until she couldn’t and then let the current drag her farther still. She wanted to fight that current and then let herself lie limp. She wanted to never return to the place she left.
She took a breath.
And then she dove.
The current carried her away.
my legs and arms move but i don’t feel it. I just see the world going by in a blur of faded colors. the air is thick like water. i float. i sink a little. i float and float and swim, then cough. sputter. drown.
We watched a lady sitting with her feet in a tank of water, full of litte
fish swimming about, they are supposed to nibble the dry skin off
the bottoms of your feet. The leaflet says it tickles. Can a diet of dry skin be a good diet for fish that swim ???
I miss the days of youth when every day in the summer, I would go out to my Grandma’s after church and spend time swimming with my family. It doesn’t happen much these days.
I love summer and summer means swimming. Surrounded by cool, wet water. Hands slicing through the liquid, pulling you on to your destination. Or floating on your back, with no where to go. My all time favorite is floating on a raft. Looking down at the sunlight sparkle in the water.
Daniel suggested that we go to the beach. I agreed. It was hot and humid. Water, swimming was definitely a good idea.
Swimming is what I was born to do
water is the sun of my life
I float, I drift, I surge and turn
I am alive in water, water, water,
everywhere in blue
the lake was peaceful. we splashed playfully, melding ourselves with the one place we called home. i watched her swim back and forth, i followed. we flocked together like a family. always residing in harmony.
My arms cut through the water, like a sharp blade. I feel graceful, and one with the water. Almost like a fish, but not quite at home. When I reach the end, I flip and start all over again.