I miss the chlorine
scented shimmer I chased in my teenaged years. Content, swimming behind my friend Carli. Sluicing through the mercury bubble
s she left in her wake, solitary.
is different without pointed toes to reach
for. Lonelier, quieter, and less visual
ly 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.