Morning Swim

My breathing was ragged as my strokes cut through the water.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

And with one last push, I touched the wall. Satisfied with my recent lap, I took a couple of breaths and lazily crossed my arms by the pool’s edge.

It was still early, and I was the only one at the pool.

I laid my head on my arms and enjoyed the unquiet silence. There was the plop-plop of trickles, the swish of gentle waves, and my steady breaths, all in all a symphony of sounds specially made as a reward for my early morning efforts.

I was happily taking in the chlorine-treated smell of the waters when the doors opened. In came the other members of my swim team, all ready to do some laps themselves.

I smiled as I hoisted myself up, a little sad that my alone time was disturbed so soon. I waved at them and dived back into the pool.

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Image source: deviantart.com/turquoise-truck/art/Pool-Lane-Lines-199766773
First written December 29, 2017.
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