IIn winter I missed swimming more than movies or holidays or even dinner with friends. For four months I couldn’t stand walking past my enclosed pool, and sometimes I would scoop up and pretend water in the bathroom with my hands. I was banished from the element in which I felt free.
I am not a “wild swimmer”. I don’t have dry clothes and I don’t fancy icy seas to cure everything from dementia to heaps. In fact, I detest cold water, especially cloudy lakes or ponds that are full of dead rats and masochistic loons. I fear murky depths in which one cannot see the ground and paint “things” against you. Ugh what the hell was that?
I am a tame swimmer. I want a nice urban pool