I could stare at that image all day; a woman; a night swimmer barely making a splash as she quietly moves through the water of a hotel pool in LA.
Alone, moving through a sea of murky blue into the thrill of the darkness beyond.
I wonder what she is swimming from and what she is swimming to? I love it so much I am going to have it on my wall one day. At the end of a long hall. Giant, imposing. Knocking my bones when I need it.
She is me. I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on her. Floating.
How I long to take a run-up, followed by a flying leap.
To land within it when things get too much.