Today I found myself beside a pool, in the summertime, in another part of the world.
With my best friend, all of fifty seven years ago. We were spoiling ourselves with a little ‘extra’ pampering, post weddings, life, relationships and all that goes on in our beautiful, messy, glorious worlds.
Having longed for a pool for so very long, and ok, the body is not what it used to be, I wanted for three things:
- To remember what it felt like as a young girl to swim. Really swim, no holds barred. No worrying about the hair, open eyes under water kind of swim.
- To lie in the sunshine, wet from swimming, heat on water. No stress about sun factors, technology, how I looked but just to lie and feel the beating African sun on my body.
- To be utterly care free.
Being care free is something I have not felt for a very long time. Life happens.
Surrounded by Jasmine scent, white iceberg roses, deep water in a place of prettiness, I could submerge myself in it all for the lazy Saturday afternoon. Thinking about afternoons of childhood when parents took their naps and we entertained ourselves with diving, mermaid moves and reliving the ideal of ‘chilling’ for the sake of it.
And it was glorious. And it brought me back to the self sans FOMO, sans the next day, the next year, the next everything.
A peaceful afternoon is a prolific experience. A little burnt, cool, a little must get the body into shape, cool, the water experience, uber cool x
Bestie and moi got much planning achieved – like in the old days.