Swimming

I want to go swimming. I want to duck under the water and be completely covered on all sides. Like a blanket, but filling my every crevice and adhering to my every curve. It's like a hug and all encompassing. Swim like a frog, swim like a seal. I like to blow out as much air as I can and slowly float down with my eyes closed and my arms and legs flayed out to my sides, or crumpled against my body in a fetal position. Bob my head above the water and take an agonizing breath and heave as I float on my back and regain my calm, being caressed by the waves spilling over my stomach and occasionally trying to work their way onto my eyes. The light is brighter through the water and the world becomes dim. Sounds get filtered into something other-worldly and beautiful, even traffic. Hold my breath, release the bubbles, find the bottom, and glide. Running my hands along the rocks, the sand, even the concrete. I pull myself along and feel the full pressure of the water pushing in on my and giving me that hug. I feel the current rush past my face, and I feel my chest compressed and gloriously release the rest of my air and push to the surface. It has been a long time since I've been swimming. Will my hair be in my face as I take in that rush of oxygen? There is nothing else there, but I feel felt and held. I want to go swimming.