Easing Into It

What am I doing right now? Standing on the shore of that ocean called Blogosphere. I've slipped off my flip flops, ready to test the waters. Nobody's watching. Alone on my shore, I look out and see not a single soul. The view is overcast. Water and sky, both grey, merge at an indiscernable horizon.

This morning I went alone to our community pool. The day was damp. Not hot, but warm enough. Overhead, dark clouds crowded out the sun. The vast blue pool was empty. Lifeguards, finished with morning tasks, put away pool cleaning equipment: a vacumn cleaner, a net on a pole.

There was no rush. I took my time easing into the water, still cool from evening rain. Everything I needed to do, I was not going to do. It was a Sunday in July. My child, immersed in electronica at home, was old enough not to miss me. My husband had gone to church. It was just me, wasting my own sweet time, easing my soft body into the water at the shallow end of the pool.