Wild Daisies and Swimming

      I was born under a water sign and rightly so. Ever since I first learned to swim,  I was taken with being in the water. I do not possess fins or scales, but sometimes I feel like the water is my second home. On occasion while growing up my aunt and uncle would rent a cottage and I would join their family for the week. As soon as the sun was up I was out swimming, not caring if  I had my breakfast or any other meal for that matter. I was a ballerina practicing my pirouettes spinning on my toes. I was a gymnast doing perfect flips. I was whatever my imagination pretended me to be and at the end of the day I was pruny from the water.
     I still get excited when summer comes and I go swimming. Today was no exception, I looked forward to going for my first swim this year. I drove to the lake near the railroad tracks. It has become my favorite spot because nobody else swims there, I have it all to myself. I parked my car and walked down the hill past the tall Queen Anne's Lace and the wild daisies. As I walked into the water I gasped, it felt cold, but I knew if I braved the first chill I would become accustomed to the temperature. Not too far out I dove under and swam.
     In my solitude I alternate between swimming and floating. I love floating, I lay on my back and stretch out, closing my eyes I feel the warmth of the sun as it touches my face and I listen to the steady beat of my heart. Everything is obliterated except for this moment in time, I am being, I am part of this water as it engulfs me. This moment is mine alone.
     After a time I regretfully head towards the shore knowing it is time to leave. I console myself  by picking some wild daisies for my flower vase. Back home those wild daisies are too wild for that vase and I place them in smaller test tube vases. I head outside and pick black eyed susans, a better choice for the cut crystal vase. Thus ends my swimming adventure till the next time.