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 and deep, with only the
soft sounds of lapping water to be heard.