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Saturday, June 18, 2011 |
As much fun as I dreamed it would be - finding a piece of river deep enough to swim in, being ladled into the new wet suit and just getting in. Gilde and float, observing the occasional sun make shadows on the overhanging rocks, listen to the birds full throated, not phased by the rubber fish beneath them, the real fish a little more circumspect. A large cranky heron made his magnificent mechanical way overhead. Then to sit naked on the flat stones drying off, unobserved. Wow. Primal moment, haven't felt so happy and in the moment for a long time.Labels: wild swimming water birds |
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