DB | Swimming the Day Away

I woke up late. I woke up discouraged. I walked to the beach and swam out to sea. I swam with no real direction. I swam as if I could escape my thoughts, the pressure, the ghosts. But the weight of my thoughts were tiring, and I turned to float back.

I decided to go to the pool instead. Pools are much safer, controlled, and easier to relax in. But after a while I was restless again. There’s something about pools that feel constraining and limiting.

The sound of the waves invited me back, pulled by lunar strength. So I walked back to the beach and dove in the sea encouraged that the moon had shown her face to me.

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