It's quiet where I am, and I'm liking it.

neither here nor there.

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Listen..
Is that a door closing or opening?

I like this. Freezing in the heat.

I freeze with that light touch on my back. I melt when the gods smile at me.

I freeze just before I freewheel and the wheels stop on time - every time - and that's good.

I think in pictures, a blessing and a delicious curse, most times, and this melts me. I melt under your gaze. But if it's in my head, then I'm safe. We're safe. You're safe. My mind is a wonderful freezer.

I freeze then melt then freeze again. Because I can't - I won't - melt all over the place if I can help it. I'm not cut out for that just yet.

Shape-shifting is all I will allow myself for now.

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Listen..
Is that a door closing or opening?

Another dive weekend is coming up.

And what, exactly, do I want to say here?

Been exploring stuff near a towline; I make sure it's always in my visual periphery while I do what I do at the moment.

So I'm here, swimming about, awed by what I have been seeing so far and, the truth is, I want to see more.

I remember to breathe slowly which makes it easy to take things as they come. Breathe in, breathe out. That should do the trick.

I can still see the towline from where I am.

The anchor lies near a ledge. One fin cycle will bring me beyond that ledge. A sheer drop. A wide expanse of blue. I want to fly when I see it, the way divers fly underwater.

But I hover, for now.

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Listen..
Is that a door closing or opening?