The fact that it is only 34' at the moment, does not deter me from imagining.
While looking out my window at the still water of our lake just after dawn, I picture myself walking through the summer grass and feeling the cool dew on my feet, as I make my way down to the shore, for an early morning swim.
The slightly chilly air temps me to turn around, but seeing a light steam roll of the top of the water suggests I stay the course and take heart.
After reluctantly taking my first steps into the flat, mirror-like water, my heart rate increases with anticipation of a the swim I've been anxiously awaiting. So, after strapping on my goggles and inserting my earplugs, I gently launch myself forward, hands extended, head down, and off into the southern direction I plan on swimming.
The water envelopes me and I feel both exilerated and assured because the water, though somewhat warmer than the air still jolts me to a new level of awareness, but is not so shocking that I need to stand straight up at let out a "cold-water-war-woop".
Each stroke through the water propels me forward and though my mouth is positioned to inhale and exhale, I am smiling on the inside.
The once still water parts and I am on my way.
This is what I do. This is what I love.
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