Friday, September 21, 2018

Swimming outside the lines

I step into Mill Lake, expecting to feel the cold bite of glacial water. But I've forgotten: I'm not in an alpine lake. I'm in southern Michigan, on a small inland body of water. I

I swim and I swim. I swim across the lake, aiming for the white lawn chairs of the Chicago people's house across from our cottage. I turn and aim back toward the float plane on the other side. Unlike where I live, I can stay in the water.

It's like that here, a gentler side to life that I've forgotten. It seems easy here, a September without nights of frost or hint of snow, a season where I usually have to carry a puffy jacket wherever I go. Not here. Life feels easy here, without an edge.

Of course I'm wrong. Winter is coming and lake swimming won't be possible. I'll be gone by then. But for now I swim farther than I ever have, outside of a pool confines.  This is why travel is good. You step out of your bubble.
Plus, you do things you never thought you could. Like swim farther than you ever have.

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  1. One of my favorite memories is a lake in eastern Texas that I swam across and back at sunset in summer 2001. That encompassing feeling of beauty, tranquility and freedom.

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    1. So much better than a pool and even my glacial lake, because I didn't feel the fear of getting too cold. In my lake I end up swimming a ways and then regretting it because I get so cold swimming back. Not in this one. Though the threat of being run over by a pontoon boat is real

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