Home Is Where The Pool Is

There is nothing more lovely, and striking to me than how the light dances in the pool on any sunny afternoon. I wish you could see what I see when I jump in and try to stay at the bottom for as long as I have breath and even a little bit more, to linger at the sunlight refracting and resonating a perfect blue-green.

If there was a word I'd have to use to describe it, it'd be joy. The only time I ever experience real, true, joyfulness, is this brief, beautiful moment. And I want to just stay there, underwater and watch the rays paint the best picture I've ever seen. (This view from the deck is pretty good but still doesn't do it justice.)

There is no back pain, no knee pain, no blood clot, no thought-ache in the water. For a moment, it heals me and frees me and I want to stay there forever. But instead I start to swim, catch a breath and count the laps. At 500 yards, the thinking returns and I try to figure out how to be better, how to be loveable, how to be someone else entirely.

I wish I were circling a point but I'm out of words I haven't said before.

I just wanted to talk about the beauty of the water.