The feel of slipping in, dunking under, adjusting goggles and easing forward
Pushing off to pull toward the far wall
Turning my head to gulp air, catching a glimpse of the sky
My arms and legs create rhythm
Muscles stretch long and lungs fill and empty
The day washes away and silence and steady counting fill my brain.
Water beneath and to the side, I am weightless but every fiber works
The quiet interrupted only by the sound of feet kicking and hands and arms hitting and digging into the water in front.
It is work and play and joy all at once.