From the middle of March to until late October, you can swim in Palmdale.
November through February seemed like they had been an eternity long every time I first dove down to the bottom of my pool at the beginning of each spring.
I am not a water tester or a slow wader. I love to fall in, without knowing what to expect, all at once and feel it engulf me. It might be just cold enough to be a relief from the sun, or enough to make me shudder, or stabbingly cold so that I feels like pins in my arms and legs and ribs.
When I am surrounded by water, the world changes. I am conscious of my skin but only conscious and what I feel through it is more thought than sensation. Sound is slow and trickled, and harmonized with bubbles.
In the water the world changes.
I am strong and light, I can leap an indefinite distance, my thighs are blue and shine, no one sees me clearly, nothing I feel is solid, I may choose to drift with a wave or cut against it, I can drift and feel nothing at all, or a stick may brush my goose bumps and I can let the tickle ring through me and become my every thing of the moment.
In Utah, you can swim outside for a short season.
There are other places the world changes just like this briefly too.
November through February seemed like they had been an eternity long every time I first dove down to the bottom of my pool at the beginning of each spring.
I am not a water tester or a slow wader. I love to fall in, without knowing what to expect, all at once and feel it engulf me. It might be just cold enough to be a relief from the sun, or enough to make me shudder, or stabbingly cold so that I feels like pins in my arms and legs and ribs.
When I am surrounded by water, the world changes. I am conscious of my skin but only conscious and what I feel through it is more thought than sensation. Sound is slow and trickled, and harmonized with bubbles.
In the water the world changes.
I am strong and light, I can leap an indefinite distance, my thighs are blue and shine, no one sees me clearly, nothing I feel is solid, I may choose to drift with a wave or cut against it, I can drift and feel nothing at all, or a stick may brush my goose bumps and I can let the tickle ring through me and become my every thing of the moment.
In Utah, you can swim outside for a short season.
There are other places the world changes just like this briefly too.
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