That "comforting blanket of humidity" has turned into an utterly stifling quasi-fog over the last few days. My sunglasses fog up before I even make it out the door, and it's pointless to dress in anything nicer than gym clothes if you will be spending extended time (more than 3 minutes) outside. My all-black interior and exterior, AC-less car has been firmly parked in the shade and not touched all week. This heat has driven me to swim.
I always joke with people that I couldn't live without the water nearby, that it runs in my blood, that I'm more comfortable in the water than on land. Lately I'm truly starting to believe this. Maybe it's just because it's too darn hot to do anything else, but I've been in love L-U-V with the pool this week. And not just being in the pool, but with being underwater, even though there's nothing to see really. I'll swim laps underwater holding my breath because it's just too wonderful to come up. Or I'll lay on the bottom of the pool observing the fish-eye world, enjoying my 360º vision. Or perhaps I'll float just beneath the surface, amazed that I can see my reflection as if in a mirror at just the right angle.
Today in the pool I thought about how wonderful it would be to own a scuba tank so that I could stay underwater in the pool for even longer. Of course, this is an entirely ridiculous use for owning a scuba tank, but that's how badly I wanted to be able to stay underwater. Maybe I should sign myself up for some dives, but nothing here will ever be able to compare to my Hawaiian scuba initiation.
(Beautiful photo from Daniel Balda)
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