You Didn't Do It
Early Morning Barton Springs Swim Report
The sky full of stars; the pool absolutely socked in with fog. A swimmer appears as I stand in the water, preparing myself, & I initiate a conversation in the pool for the first time ever: “It’s foggy!” “I’ve never seen it like this!” he answers, then, “I’ve been trying to use landmarks: the plastic ducks, etc. There’s one other guy on the far left.” “I’ll try not to run into you,” I say. He tells me he’s wearing a bright yellow cap, if that helps. It doesn’t.
If I were a plane I wouldn’t take off. I’m not a plane.
It’s a real pea souper. I can tell where I am for a while then I get a little lost. Eventually I see the glow of downtown & realize it’s been missing. I turn around at the end, make my way back. There’s a dim light overhead that I use to navigate. Then I realize it’s the moon. I think I see the outline of a plastic duck. Friend or foe? I ask it, in my head.
My smartwatch, when I swim for at least two laps, says, “You Did It!” When it deems me lazy, it says, “Finished.”
Yes, watch, I tell it after one lap. I am Finished.
I hike every morning and I love when there's fog over the swamp, because I am also not a plane.
I enjoyed this. My interest was piqued by the mention of Barton Springs. I am familiar. Your writing always interests me. It grabs me. Not too much writing, just enough to convey a place, a feeling and make me wonder, which translates into, read on.
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