Water

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My area is finally getting some rain for my Days Off, after a very dry June n July so far. All the plants across the road, in the yard, n the lawn too are wilted, n growth has slowed from the initial spurt in June.
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The air has been moist n humid along with the heat, so that work has almost drained me completely of energy. I've been so thirsty for cold beverages it seems I'm endlessly guzzeling in my free time. Even this pic is getting me thirsty...
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During July I've actually taken very few new pics so far. I really like the qualities of this one, the light, the movement, the color. This water shot, along with the past two poem's pics, ( Hidden Light , Soothing ) were all different stages from that same sunset at fav beach back in June.
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Last week when I was at the boat ramp beach with the Little Ones, it would've been a good high tide week to go swimming at the better beach. Because of extended work hours, sores, n lack of funds tho- I was too out of it to make the trip at the best time.
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Toe dipping has been taken advantage of on numerous occassions this season, but I still haven't dived in n submerged, which is my definition of swimming- I actually prefer treading water over my head, n try not to touch down my toes on the bottom when I'm not in deep water. Of course part of that is avoiding crab pinches. The other reason for that is: I can! I can tread salt water with ease. Also I can float, n even pretend to nap sometimes, with my feet crossed at the ankle, n hands clasped behind my head. (All you need to do to float is breath deeply, n relax)
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Fresh water treading n swimming usually requires more effort, due to less bouyancy without the salt. But it's better for diving n swimming under water longer distances. I used to pride myself going all the way from the diving board to the low end of the public pool with one breath. There was a large, three-section pool in walking distance of where I grew up, with three diving boards at one end.
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When I was a teen I used to straight dive, swan dive, pike, n try somersaults, along with the occassional cannonballs of course. I even braved the high-dive on occassion. It used to give me head-aches after just a few landings tho... Back when I was ten, after about twenty backwards somersaults in the six-foot section, launched off of the cement pool edge, I finally missed- n ended up with a whopping head-ache plus ten stitches on my head, keeping me out of the pool for weeks that summer. I hate not swimming...
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I was a swimming baby. I scared the bejebaz out of my mother at the tender age of eighteen months, learning to swim underwater. I was really good at distance even then. Stamina has always been one of my strong suits.

Lately tho- I'm just exhausted. Too much lost sleep this year, too many high-movement marathons at work without enough breaks. Now I'm paraniod to go deep-sea swimming as I used to out in the bay. Well, there have been White Shark sightings off shore of the Cape in East Chatham again today- not in my village, but I suppose I do rather swim like a seal sometimes! (seals are sharks fave dinner).
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Funny n ironic:
I ate chicken for dinner today!