I miss the
chlorine scented shimmer I chased in my teenaged years. Content, swimming behind my friend Carli. Sluicing through the mercury
bubbles she left in her wake, solitary.
Swimming is different without pointed toes to
reach for. Lonelier, quieter, and less
visually pleasing. The water feels the same, and my muscles still stretch and
thrum with the same intensity. The silver flurry of bubbles simply made it
incredible, and I ache to recover that feeling.