The concrete is hard and slick under my bare feet; I can feel each groove between the tiles as I walk. The smell of chlorine is almost overpowering thanks to the heat, but it’s such a good smell; clean and chemical. The racket is intense; the three dozen kids in here sound like a hundred as their splashes and screams echo. I sit on the edge of the pool and dip my feet into the water; it’s as warm as bath water and feels fantastic. I slide into it, chest deep, and the chlorine smell becomes so intense I can almost taste it. I lie back and float, kicking my feet gently to keep myself level, and everything is muffled as my ears go under water. My own breathing sounds very loud, and the rest of the world ceases to be important. I flip over and swim to the other end, enjoying the play of the water over my skin and the warmth of both water and air. I do a few more laps, but soon my sinuses start to burn from the intensity of the chlorine and I haul myself out of the water, wrapping my nice dry towel around me and heading back across the wet tiles to the locker room.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Writing exercise 1 - Write a one sentence description of 10 people you know
B - You are the black hole around which I orbit.
S - The world will not meet you on your terms; widen your view and lose the attitude.
D - You are both the person I am most proud of and the person I can't stand to be around for more than three days.
J - You're so unique; I swear you haven't changed since 4th grade!
M - You shaped my personality in profound ways simply by being you.
D - Your desire to do good is admirable, but the holier-than-thou attitude you've developed is not.
J - My life sucks without you; no one else makes me laugh like you do.
D - You're an ass, but I love you nonetheless!
J - Even after 20 years I feel like I hardly know you.
T - Your lack of guile is the best thing about you.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Experiment 1
What good is foresight when combined with a cowardly heart?
To know, yet not to act;
To have joy tainted by anticipated sorrow;
To see what should be done but to turn away in fear;
To make excuses and to feel shame at the lies.
And the final lie is "I am not afraid."
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