Spring sun

Last week the winter rope was finally lifted. Cutting spring’s ribbon to a full length pond. A balmy 15.5 degrees.

Slippery body kicks through unexpected warm water patches, naked fingers cupped, neoprene gloves gone.

Audacious fluffy duckings skitter across the water, almost brushed by breaststroke arms. Willow blossom stars surface dance, midges hover.

Around the far corner with sun searing, shut-eyed face as serious front crawler splashes past on home stretch. One more lap, then I haul dripping body up slimy metal steps. Face pressed in towel, limbs tired.

Sun worshippers scatter across meadows, eyes closed, chins up, basking in new heat. Spring’s reward for winter endurance.