The evening sun will soon be pink.
The girls do not care to watch a movie, and they know
this pleases me. Instead, we swim. My muscles are weak, but they remember, and
my movement is easy. Just below me-- my shadow. She is graceful and light.
An underwater squeal- I turn my head. My girls are not
girly. They see fish,and they are delighted, chasing.
Aggie chases fish like she chases butterflies. She will
never catch one, yet nonetheless, for her, it is still all joy. Joy in the
discovery, joy in the chase, joy in the letting-go-- joy even in her
smallness-- it is all joy for her, and I see it shimmering, rolling down her
face, and shining from her big toothed smile.
Sunlight dancing on the seaweed, the rocks, watery
silence just below the surface, arms and legs gracefully buoyant, wonders of
the worlds below passing before my eyes--oh, how my soul breathes in this
place!-- the peace of the underwater world, just the girls and me, swimming
along the shore, floating.
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