Swimming fish-like, first time back in the water in ten days, I find my place again. The pool is welcoming. I am good today. My head behaves, allowing this.
I see the clear water below, find the dark blue lane tiles. Two other people swim laps, and we have different rhythms, yet gently cut through the water. My goggles fit well today, no water leaking in one side, no readjusting at both ends of the pool. It is zen. Breathe in, exhale, feel the buoyancy of the salted water, feel the the resistance in my arms or the kick of my legs.
So alive. So different from one week ago when laying down wasn’t even possible. Joy fills my heart. I smile at the other swimmer next to me, then take a break and float down the lane on my back. Life is great.