swimming lessons

    

I opened the door and life gushed in.

It took just a second and I was in over my head. 

So this is what the Hoover Dam feels.

Pressure. Constant pressure.

I try to remember the day I had the muscle tone to withstand the currents.

They say you never forget how to swim, or is it riding a bicycle that leaves its indelible mark?

Friends have called and emailed wondering if no news is good news, or if something is terribly wrong.

“gurgle” I reply.

I am getting use to the torrential flow and learning to live under water.

xoxo Momo