It's a beautiful blue high tide and the visibility is incredible. A few months ago I would have described this water as cold. I no longer think it is. Today it's protection from the icy breeze and I retreat down into it. The tide must've come in gently because I can see the seagulls foot prints still in the sand deep below me, there are also countless patterns where the seaweed has dragged along the bottom of the river bed.
The inside of an oyster shell catches my eye, the... swirls of pinks and purples glisten back up at me. This swim is everything I need today, it gives me respite, it restores me. I hesitate when it's time to leave the water and walk over the spit. The wind on the beach has a cold chill and my fingers quickly begin to sting, the tips go numb and then slowly feel like their burning. It's a relief to get back into the water to swim back across the river. I dive right down, it's calm and peaceful and I wish I could stay.
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September 2018
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