There is nothing
quite like swimming
in that short interval
just before 
the day breathes out 
its last breath. 
The sun bleeds out,
leaving a smudged stain 
across the sky 
meeting its death

The wind is quiet
the sea is still
Last rays of light
glued to my skin,
As I dive into 
the sea, I think,
this is the way 
it’s always been.

This is the way
it always should be, to see 
infinite beauty
when the light is dying 
and know 
that swimming
is just like 
flying.

Nothing much to it,
but letting go.


Photography by Dean Nixon

Alien, alienated. That's me.

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