My older sister and I spent much of our time there underwater, hands firmly planted in the loamy bottom, legs flailing, feet reaching above the surface in a never-ending quest to achieve the perfect hand-stand. For me, it was the beginning of a long courtship with cold-water swimming, a treat I relish to this day. From summer swimming lessons at Lithia Springs near the sprawling Susquehanna, to deep quarries with thrilling cliffs; from the snow-banked shallows of a Minnesota river to the frigid waters of Howe and Puget Sound, I've savored it all.
Swimming laps yesterday, my breath in rhythmic synchronicity with limbs in perpetual motion, all was silent, save for the soothing sound of stroking bodies gliding through the water. Beautiful, beautiful water.