It’s sunny and high tide. The river is full of ocean water which means a more comfortable water temperature, it’s not as hard to get in this morning. The tide is on it’s way out, but only just, so I decide I’ll try to swim against it. It’s hard. It makes me think of things in life that you really want to change but there’s nothing you can do to make the situation different. The building force of this moving water is something that I will never control.
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I hobble over the rocks to get to the water, they’re cold and sharp on the bottom of my feet. The clouds to the south are threatening a storm. I wade in and struggle to move forward as the tide pushes me sideways out towards the ocean.
It's late May and it's a crisp morning but the sun is shining and the sky is blue. It's a very low tide, the river water is still rushing out to the ocean and it's cold. So cold that I do some kind of mixture of dog paddle and breaststroke to keep my head above the surface.
I wanted to swim today. I'm irritable and bad company. I'm gardening instead. Actually, not gardening, weeding. I don't enjoy it but sometimes weeding does provide a bit of a sense of achievement. That's what I am after today, some kind of worth.
The tide is furiously whipping in this morning, the air is icy but the sun heats my bare neck. I'm ready for my swim today, no hesitation even though the water is cold. I want to get in and once again leave everything else on the shore.
Clear blue sparkling water. I'm gliding through it as my arms rotate around and around, again and again, my feet move in a rhythmic beat. My breath is even. In and out in a repeating pattern. I'm strong here. I'm confident. I'm comfortable. |
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