Ambitious slow lane swimmer blog is a writing exercise aspires to bubble away the underwater memories and gesture surrounded by this very melancholic blue.
Ambitious slow lane swimmer blog is a writing exercise aspires to bubble away the underwater memories and gesture surrounded by this very melancholic blue.
All in London Fields Lido
There are so many times I was about to hit the wall of the pool I want to give up and leave and never return. The perpetuity of wasted strength, relapses, re-lap-ses.
Engulfed, moment frozen, he dived deep.
We, once shared the same womb, met at the stillness and quietness night, sometimes triggered, sometimes disquiet.
Return to our home pool: London Fields Lido in its glory. Morning swim. Adrift, Longing and Solace. Catching up with fellow swimmers and familiar faces, diving deep conversations in the locker room. Welcome home. Lido, you’ve been missed.
Fiction: We are all searching the one who is willing to swim with you at the crack of dawn on a winter's Sunday.
Diaphanous. Me alone. Bubbling away. Every length, every lap.
Every other Sunday, come slowdive with me.
