The Pool

October 14, 2009

At times, I had the lane to myself.

The entire lane,

To myself.

There were moments when all I had floating in my mind was the glimmering water, the rising sun through the high up windows and its reflection off my arms as they rose,

then fell,

then rose again.

Breathe… breathe… breathe…

And to think, I almost talked myself out of going.

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One Response to “The Pool”

  1. Angela said

    Ironic that you say “breathe, breathe, breathe” as your entry’s tactile expression is breathless!

    Thank you for the interlude.

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