The Swim

On an azure canvas the gossamer strands like fine cotton were feathered and swirled – nature’s unique stencil in the sky.

Brilliant heat permeates the skin, imprints the mind and melts, massages and heals … muscles and thoughts give way and soften…*sigh*.

Tensions gone, music injected through the ears, my poolside retreat is balm. Sluicing through cool clear water that peels away from my plunging arms, the wake is a small pathway up and down for 800 meters today.

I sense the prickling anxiety stabbing with tiny swords at the nape of my neck – urging me to hurry up and get going – errands and chores twinging at my consciousness…

Go away- I swat it like a bothersome fly.

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