Very little of my life isn't in some way involved with water and the act of being in it. If you opened up my closet you would smell chlorine from my racing swimsuits that I use. Sitting in my car you would feel a damp seat from wet towels repeatedly being thrown there. My trunk is sandy from muck covered fins being thrown carelessly in the back. On the background of my computer is a picture of my fiance and I at the beach in a pool and there are hundreds of pictures in folders taken underwater. Outer space is called the untraveled frontier, but to me we don't have very far to look for the undiscovered. Beneath the deep blue where the water turns black there are pieces unseen by humans, even seemingly untouched by our influence holding secrets and creatures we can't truly imagine.
In this place there is growth that expands in an unprecedented influx of life. Life builds upon life and most importantly makes use of death.This is my only escape into nature. This is a part of the world where no one speaks to interrupt your thought. My mind can traipse into picture or memories I didn't remember before and builds upon a stream of consciousness that is more simplistic but means more than my most elaborate musings.
In this place there is growth that expands in an unprecedented influx of life. Life builds upon life and most importantly makes use of death.This is my only escape into nature. This is a part of the world where no one speaks to interrupt your thought. My mind can traipse into picture or memories I didn't remember before and builds upon a stream of consciousness that is more simplistic but means more than my most elaborate musings.
However, I now know that I can find this same solace while in a different pond. This one just so happened to be concrete. Being a lifeguard at Montgomery's local dive shop, I am responsible for the quality and care of our pools. The ten foot deep end of our pool is easiest to clean by suiting up in dive gear and sinking to the bottom to vaccum. Doing the simple task that required no thought at the bottom with no distractions, soon I found myself slipping into the same state. Focusing on my unnaturally loud breaths. Feeling the odd buoyancy that seems to defy gravity as if I were on the moon.
I don't know what nature means to me. Maybe I can find the same calm in a pool as I can in the Caribbean. Maybe I take comfort in the fact that the simple act of breathing underwater is "unnatural". Either way, here I think clearer.
I don't know what nature means to me. Maybe I can find the same calm in a pool as I can in the Caribbean. Maybe I take comfort in the fact that the simple act of breathing underwater is "unnatural". Either way, here I think clearer.