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azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-26 03:11 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-26 03:11 pm
Swimming
Went to the pool. The concrete is far too hot for my naked feet; also, I am never ever to leave black rubber sandals lying in the sun ever again.
Swimming alone, underwater with goggles on, in the bright sun... it is lovely. The sun on top of the water is directed downward by the ever-changing lens of the waves up top, focused in crossing patterns. It's so lovely under there. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to breathe.
Narcissa and I played so diligently at magic. The swimming pool was one of those sacred places; there was magic to the water, magic to the weightlessness, magic to the play of the dim light. It's so much more powerful with the sun...
...After exulting in the water, I walked over to the side, and saw the dead grasshoppers floating. Too timid to lift them out with my hands, I found some long, thin leaves, and tried scooping them out. The dead legs waved with the water, and clung to the leaf in a pathetic imitation of the life that I couldn't give back to it...
After fishing out two of the dead grasshoppers, I saw many more floating in the filter. I got out of the pool, and sat with my book on a chair in the shade.
Swimming alone, underwater with goggles on, in the bright sun... it is lovely. The sun on top of the water is directed downward by the ever-changing lens of the waves up top, focused in crossing patterns. It's so lovely under there. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to breathe.
Narcissa and I played so diligently at magic. The swimming pool was one of those sacred places; there was magic to the water, magic to the weightlessness, magic to the play of the dim light. It's so much more powerful with the sun...
...After exulting in the water, I walked over to the side, and saw the dead grasshoppers floating. Too timid to lift them out with my hands, I found some long, thin leaves, and tried scooping them out. The dead legs waved with the water, and clung to the leaf in a pathetic imitation of the life that I couldn't give back to it...
After fishing out two of the dead grasshoppers, I saw many more floating in the filter. I got out of the pool, and sat with my book on a chair in the shade.