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susanstinson) wrote2005-06-21 09:59 am
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Floating in Goshen
Swam last night in the lake at in the DAR state park, with my dear friend Sally. It was cool and soothing beyond belief. We felt acrobatic touching elbows, knees and fingertips without going under (not all at once, but with attention to the symmetry of it all). When I ducked under to the other side of the safety rope, she seriously wanted a whistle blown at me, but there was a lifeguard chair with no lifeguard at all, so I got off scott free. Eventually, she stuck just her feet in the air on the outlaw side of the rope, like the wild thing she is.
Immersion. The motion of water. Going in, all the way, getting deeper, the ordinary green ripples of the body of it, keeping us afloat. It was beautiful. She gave me a present of crayons to use in the bathtub, to continue the theme, and we stopped for an exquisite pulled pork sandwich (for me, not for vegetarian Sally) and ice cream on the way home.
Immersion. The motion of water. Going in, all the way, getting deeper, the ordinary green ripples of the body of it, keeping us afloat. It was beautiful. She gave me a present of crayons to use in the bathtub, to continue the theme, and we stopped for an exquisite pulled pork sandwich (for me, not for vegetarian Sally) and ice cream on the way home.