Inga

Called to the furthest end of the pool, she whispered. There were secrets dripping with cholorine and the clicking of the filter. We held our breath for hours while the sky burned straight through summer and we left our wake deliberate as we swam the aqua water. "This is our time", she said "Don't get it in your head to rush..." I was already doing a sad job of an underwater handstand and lost the tail end of her sentence. At the end of the day, red-eyed awake with hair in purified strands, I contemplate life while the memories are fresh and I hope that this joy never ends.