Splash, splash

I never knew I'd love water as much. But there I was, bobbing along the lazy and quiet waves like I am their long-time friend. The water was dark green, and it was warm around me. My feet dangled. From the surface, its jelly-like shape sways to the rhythm of water like the tentacles of an octopus. For a moment, I felt peace. I felt like I had nowhere to go and no task to accomplish.

Splash, splash. I swam to the left.

In my determination, I attempted five strokes. I was breathless at the end of it, but I was in ecstasy. No, I still couldn't swim. But the simple act of moving in the water fueled my energy and optimism. In the very second I plunge my head into the water, opened my eyes in it and took in the murky shade of green underneath me where I could see almost nothing - I know nothing could break me. I was safe.

Splash, splash. I swam to the right.

I leaned back, my head rested on the surface of the water like pillow. A vision grew in front of me; the sky was blue, fringed with trees so thick and green you would think there is nothing behind them. On top of the boat, a friend sat at the edge with his guitar. From my point of view, my insufficient sight gave him away as if he was floating. Another friend sat down below, closer to me. She was laughing at something. I laughed with her. In my heart I thought, "heaven".