I swim during COVID.
It is my most reckless act.
I only swim outside- partly because of this nasty virus, partly because the only way to swim is outside. The light dances on the water and the air is clean and cold.
5 days a week, I pull on a swim suit, my newly purchased swim coat, fuzzy rubber soled slippers and a wooly hat. I knock on Hubs office door, “Off for a swim.”
He nods, knows better than to protest.
5 days a week, I pad along to my reserved lane, take off my mask, pull on my swim cap and jump in.
I sink to the bottom and stay there just a second. The warm water cradles me. I am home. I am home. I am home
Sometimes I swim before dawn- the water is dark, the sidewalk is icy, steam creates clouds in the sky along the setting moon.
Today I swam in the afternoon with a good friend. The winter sun was setting, Prince was playing through the speakers and the pool manager handed out chocolate. The setting sun colored the winter trees pink.
For one hour, five days a week, I think of nothing but my breath, counting my laps and moving my arms one stoke ahead of another.