I listen. Consciously. To block out the annoying thoughts. Focus only on what I swim inside.
But it is not only the breath, the shrill of bubbles escaping, air encrusted, through water into atmosphere. 79 more words
After three days of migraine ravaging my brain, thunder shaking the skies and shards of lightning splintering the earth, I return to the pond.
But the habit of not swimming grinds me into complacency. 295 more words