Mermaid days

An evening swim, high tide, clear water, fronds of weed, bouncing light, teeny fishes, a diving cormorant, gentle sighs as the swell of the water folds over the rocks, flicks of sands as teeny fish disappear from my feet, the gasp of the cold water,  buoyant enough to sit, toes out of the water., slowly lapping with the two and fro of the tide, thoughts of night swimming.

I've just finished an excellent and heart-breaking book I Found My Tribe by Ruth Fitzmaurice. Swimming keeps her sane as she struggles  to cope with her young husband's devastating illness (motor neuron disease), raise a family of 5 children and cope with all the carers. She found her inner mermaid.

Thanks to Ingeborg for this week's AT challenge: reflections