Swim for an hour
Swim for an hour
In quiet trains, gradually starting to slide, thinking about nothing else - that is pure relaxation. And at seven in the morning it's like swimming in paradise
God created heaven and earth, day and night, water and land, plants and animals. Then he thought for a moment and created the swimming pool and me.
I, the first man on earth, am here now. The sky has just awakened and is still recovering from sleep, rubbing its clear, light blue eyes. Nature is just a bit over a sunrise old - and just made for me. I use my arms to cut the cool water, whose mirror-smooth surface has never been touched by anyone before. Anyway, she looks like this.
This is how it feels to make your way in the pool of a swimming pool at seven in the morning. At this time one is among themselves, no cross swimmers and jumpers, all enjoy un disturbed entry and exit, in their own rhythm. In Paradise, there are no cell phones, no one to compete with, no yesterday and no tomorrow. But only the now, the water, the movement and in the middle: me.
