She - Submerged

Submerged

She stands at the edge of the glittering body of water, the breeze create tiny waves that tickle her toes. The sun has set and there is a nip in the air, but she doesn't mind at all. She slowly submerges herself into the cool liquid and every inch of her skin prickles up. Her teeth chatter for the first few seconds but she is soon acclimated to the temperature of her surroundings. Once she is comfortable she pushes off the wall and allows her muscles to take control. Her arms move like a windmill pushes the water back, and with each thrust she moves forward. Her legs kick, propelling her further, perfectly synchronized with her arms. With each breathe she feels more alive and when she reaches the end of her first lap she doesn't even hesitate before starting the next. She continues her routine as the water glides over her skin just as it would glide over any sea creature. She is in her element and feels more graceful than she ever does on land. Her arms and legs seem to have turned into fins and she swims with no reserve, when she is swimming she doesn't care who is watching or what is happening in the world around her. She is with herself and at peace, the constant motion brings a special stillness to her mind and she has only one thought ‘keep going, don’t stop’.