Puffy, white clouds sailed over green hills to the distant Bay, so I did my best to ignore the insect hum as I made my to the back woods.
Two cows watched mournfully as I went.
The bugs were aggravatingly thick in the woods, and soon had me heading home. As I went, I stopped by a large pond. Geese floated on the far end, and every now and then a fish would plop up through the surface of the water.
I itched my knees and looked at the water, dark and glimmering, hesitating but tempted.
And then SPLASH! I was in.
There's something special about pond-swimming. It's a very different feeling than swimming in a lake or an ocean or a pool: Your small head poking up out of the flat, glimmering water sees only sky and trees and tall, whispery grasses on every side.
The bugs were aggravatingly thick in the woods, and soon had me heading home. As I went, I stopped by a large pond. Geese floated on the far end, and every now and then a fish would plop up through the surface of the water.
I itched my knees and looked at the water, dark and glimmering, hesitating but tempted.
And then SPLASH! I was in.
There's something special about pond-swimming. It's a very different feeling than swimming in a lake or an ocean or a pool: Your small head poking up out of the flat, glimmering water sees only sky and trees and tall, whispery grasses on every side.
There is a shimmery sensation of calm as you float on your back beneath the bright sun, and a quick gasp as every now and again a fish brushes past your leg.
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