Whenever it is remotely feasible to do so, I take myself to water. I am still hoping for a flash of recognition, for my fur to flush to life like a tide pool filled in, like the day after a sunburn or a slap, like an apology blooming into silence. I am hoping history is right about thalassotherapy and sea air and selkies reviving; that the viral cold plunge and open water swimming treatments patients recommend each other in lieu of fulsome medical care have some scientific truth. I am hoping I can somehow absorb my cardiology-recommended high salt dosage through the skin and lungs instead of eating the pickled herring and smoked fish of my seaside ancestors. Whenever it is remotely feasible to do so, I take myself to water. I am still hoping for a flash of recognition, for my fur to flush to life like a tide pool filled in, like the day after a sunburn or a slap, like an apology blooming into silence. I am hoping history is right about
"At my local pool I wonder, in a uniquely mid-pandemic weighing of risks, if chlorine kills air-borne viruses, if it is safer to breathe underwater." Oof.
I haven't been back to a pool yet since the pandemic started but I want to so badly.
"At my local pool I wonder, in a uniquely mid-pandemic weighing of risks, if chlorine kills air-borne viruses, if it is safer to breathe underwater." Oof.
I haven't been back to a pool yet since the pandemic started but I want to so badly.
Wow. Incredible writing - I feel such a visceral connection to this. Thank you.