water is raw like air and time spent alone and nurture. I love water, obviously. I have been on a swim team for as long as i can remember, but i never liked the team part. i liked the time i got to spend after in the blue like infinity water. Slowly everyone but the sand colored lifegaurds and a few equally blurry lap swimmers in the lanes would trickle out. Looking back, i cannot believe the utter privacy i felt. The strangeness I exhibited in that public of a situation, but i felt completely at ease. I had this corner, at the ymca decatur pool, that i favored unreasonably. It came complete with those reflecting metal stairs that go down deep into the pool. It doesnt sound like much but underwater, where i apparently believed i was invisible, those stairs were the titanic and i was a mermaid. Or they were a torture chamber, holding me, a spy, underwater in some cruel and unusual form of torture.
those poor lifegaurds.
I have truly impressive lung capacity. I could stay 3 feet under water, coming up for deep breaths, for around an hour. Maybe more, i had no concept of time, still dont actually, which has more to do with ignorance than underwater balance and mental capacities being screwy. When i am underwater, everything else has the appearence of being unreal. Quiet. Only my thoughts and imagination and felings matter so yeah, i guess ye good ole stereotype of 'water as peace' is as appropriate as it comes.
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