Today. Light. The breeze shudders my arms, but the sun warms my neck. Let go in the cold of the water to find the essentials in the swamps of chatter.
Today. Light. The breeze shudders my arms, but the sun warms my neck. Let go in the cold of the water to find the essentials in the swamps of chatter.
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As one of those wet people you spot in the winter sea, I totally love this poem.
This is great to hear from one of the cold water swimmers, although I suspect the water is colder in your part of the world (11.5 in Nelson)