I imagine the wide blue sky of the Blue Ridge stretched like
a canvas above. The green mountain peaks though large in size seem like ant
hills, unthreatening. The only thing between the crisp clear water of the
Watauga and me is the floor beneath my bare feet.
It is dawn as the sun has
just peaked its head above the horizon, wake up sleepyhead. I am already in my
suit and in seconds, I leap delicate and strong. With very little splash I have
started my daily routine, a swim in the cold lake. Better than yoga, sex or
coffee to wake my achy, aging soul. My head pops out of the water interrupting
the reflection of the sky. Half day, half is still night.
This is the only place
that I feel free.
I have a five year plan, do you think this is where I will be?
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