Draft 012 / swimming after work

The evening air whispers against skin.

The heat of the sun has dissipated and

the concrete tiles are gentle on my feet as I

walk across them. The moon is in the sky

and the pool floor dances full of light.

Indiscernible from above, drama is

unfolding - a fantastical

theatre of water. Loud, deep and utterly

breathtaking with only the

soft sounds of lapping water to be heard.