Light grey drizzle clouds above me, I swim backstroke. It’s half past 6 in the evening, the air temperature 5.6 Cº.  There isn’t a worry on my mind.  Not about money, not about food, not about my body.  The stuck places in the shoulders get unstuck, the phalanges float freely, the water carries my weight.  The water is lukewarm: just fine for swimming.

I could do this every day.  In fact I might.  Continue reading “New and Familiar” →