Swimming to Fly

I brought my bathing suit along on my trip to Seattle the other day because I knew the hotel (I used to call this Lake Union hotel my second home as I was flying to Seattle every 6-8 weeks for work years ago) had a pool. I had the pool area all to myself for a full 45 minutes. I did laps and swam like a fish back and forth, side to side, up and down.

Swimming, especially in a pool where there's nothing to bite me, is the closest thing to flying to me ~ such freedom as I glide through the water like the fish I think I was in a past life, push off the side, feel the gentle forces around me as I make like a bullet through the pool blue water. Floating on my back envisioning riding an innertube down a calm cool river in the country under a bright sun. Diving down deep in the silence of the softly gurgling water, a true getaway from everything on the earth's surface that troubles me.

Not a care in the world, fly like an eagle, swim like a dolphin. Loved it. Then I dripped dripped pad padded down the hall and up the elevator to my home away from home. Ahhh - make the best of it, always.