pool loop

Picking the water in front of me and pushing it behind proved this morning to be a system that works.  Left me gasping for breath at the deep end of Wascana pool, though--clinging there, a peach to a tree, sack of breath attached by hands and feet to to the edge.

That shadow had been mine, ripping wave-shaped over the bottom. 

I'm upgrading to the tandoori salmon for lunch at the Fireside Bistro, I remember thinking.

Nothing but back and forth after that.