16th March

There's heat in the sun,

for the first time this year.

Low tide.

I walk the full length of the cove

to the water.

Little whitecaps jump and leap.

Everything sparkles.

A quick blowy change, and in I go.

Second swim of the year.

Water as clear as can be.

Little birds chirrup and chirp

and seagulls hover,

just above the water.

Afterwards,

I sit on the sand

and write these lines.

Perfection.