In the light of pre-dawn ..she slips silently into the deep...dark...cooling water.
Her stroke is steady..strong..rhythmic. She finds herself weightless. Suspended in time..in space.
The day's lists..the world's troubles...her real life - all but disappear. Rising and evaporating into the morning mist.
Solitary. Singular. Alone.
Grateful for the time..the space..for the sun that rises each day. For the beauty that surrounds. For life..and living.
Just breathe...and breathe again.