Rule #1 — Float
Everything lightens in water. Let thoughts drift like leaves on the surface, and the day takes care of itself.
Sun on freckled shoulders, chlorine on fingertips, a radio by the deep end. A little belief you can feel—floating.
Everything lightens in water. Let thoughts drift like leaves on the surface, and the day takes care of itself.
Playlists are relics; turn the dial and let chance be the DJ. Serendipity is the summer faith.
Protect the body, invite the soul. Sun is a teacher; shade is a chorus.
Decisions are made on a towel with wet hair and juice boxes. Democracy via cannonball.
Flip-flops by the ladder, the dog who won’t swim, and the clouds rehearsing their lines.
The blue of the pool is its own language; you learn it by listening with your eyes.
Someone says, “hold your breath,” and you find a whole new world under the afternoon.
A cicada’s metronome. A sprinkler’s applause. Belief systems forming in 4/4 time.
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