Swimming in the Morning

Sweeping her gentle arms around me, the silky rhythm euthanises the chill, and the bitter wind croons a decrescendo. My clothes bloom to lilies, billowing against the deep base that hums benevolently, a beating heart to the melody. I begin to dance, every step a further immersion, until my feet hover above ground and my arms grasp onto nothing, the music growing louder until I too burst into song.