Swimming was the glory of my summer days, taking in those sunny rays, breathing in the brine as I swam along the rocky shore.
I swam because the water was my freedom, my release from the ordinary rules of gravity, a chance to experience weightlessness.
When swimming I was a bird, able to glide and fly in the blue.
I could swim forever, dive forever, be here in this underwater world forever. There is something about the motion of it that becomes natural after a while. I'll always need the air and the sunlight, to feel the saline water wash over my skin and through my eye lashes, but there's a reason I was sent here. And so, I swim while I can, rescue while I'm strong, rest when I must. There are times I want to be saved, to give up and await strong arms to pull me from this struggle, then I remember who I am and keep going. I am the rescuer, the swimmer.