Moving to a new environment meant doing something new, a little different. One of them, swimming at night. The icy cold water hits you, the very first time, seems surreal yet so real that those naked part of your flesh reacts instantaneously to the sudden sensation, it sends a shiver down your spine, screaming for an escape yet once your body listens to the coldness and starts to dance with the rhythm of the night, it pleases your mind and body. There is somethin
g very serene and peaceful about swimming at night, especially if the whole pool belongs to you (besides my two boys swimming at the other shallow far end). The lights underwater are your only source of directions. Your breathing is more vivid and deeper, your thoughts seem clearer, yet can't help but wander away to the unknown abyss of the darker end of the pool where the light is not working. Certain ideas or imagery flash across your frozen mind again and again, as if playing the hide and seek game in your overly active subconscious mind and imagination. Movement is never contrived. Here, you are but your own true self, reflecting upon your good intentions and bad thoughts, at times for the day, sometimes for the entire life that you have spent thus far, knowing very well, the only judge here are your constant strokes of unwavering peddling forward so as to finish those laps that you set forth achieving. At times, you lose count of the laps, but by all means, it's just a swim. Just enjoy the night and your swim will turn out to be fine after all.
g very serene and peaceful about swimming at night, especially if the whole pool belongs to you (besides my two boys swimming at the other shallow far end). The lights underwater are your only source of directions. Your breathing is more vivid and deeper, your thoughts seem clearer, yet can't help but wander away to the unknown abyss of the darker end of the pool where the light is not working. Certain ideas or imagery flash across your frozen mind again and again, as if playing the hide and seek game in your overly active subconscious mind and imagination. Movement is never contrived. Here, you are but your own true self, reflecting upon your good intentions and bad thoughts, at times for the day, sometimes for the entire life that you have spent thus far, knowing very well, the only judge here are your constant strokes of unwavering peddling forward so as to finish those laps that you set forth achieving. At times, you lose count of the laps, but by all means, it's just a swim. Just enjoy the night and your swim will turn out to be fine after all. 
