swim before the storm

One Month A Swim: December | ebb & hope

One Month A Swim is a monthly update, where I look back on the month that was through my sea swimming, but also through the things that caught my eye and ears, and most importantly, my heart. If you’re new to Another World is Possible, you are so welcome! And if you’re not so new, thank you for being here!

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A crow stood atop the tall wooden post on the seafront, black silhouette against the dawn sky, when B and I went for a sunrise swim. Low tide. The light was soft, the sea a pale pink, the sky a baby blue pommelé with gold. But the camera captured an ominous purple sky and a fire-red sea.

We got to swim before the storm – the storm that took my father-in-law.

A week later, picking my way through the flotsam left behind by a still-ebbing tide, I didn’t swim under the full moon. But I bathed in her haloed, hallowed light. There was a high wind blowing, mild and humid, spinning the ghost-wh…