When it's 96 degrees, nothing matters and you let everything go, except water.
Expansive, cold, endless horizon- lapping, whispering, moving, laughing, water. And it's lovely, and it's calm, and it's sensual, and you know that one day someone will swim with you, skin and ocean combined.
And every grain of salt that stings your eye in the meantime is ok. Every last bit of dirt between your toes exfoliates. All is as it will be.
You breathe it in, and you know you are we even as you dive alone.
Patience blends with sweat as water cools and the future shines bright with the present sea breeze.