europe in photographs: pt. v

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Marseille, France

Cassis, France

Cassis, France
 
Marseille, France

Cassis, France

Marseille, France

Marseille, France

Cassis, France


At the calanques in Cassis, France, from my journal:

July 20, 2013 

Today we hiked to the calanques. Or, one of them. We found a spot in the shade where I read and Steele sat. After I finished my book, I ventured down the rocks to a smooth spot among the otherwise pockmarked surface, and baked in the sun. When I was hot enough I crept slowly to the edge and looked at the water up close. I dipped a toe in. And finally I thought, there are only two ways you can go--backwards or forwards. And I jumped. 

The water was warm, or only slightly cool. But still my heart clenched at first with fear of being suspended in so much space. For a moment I couldn't breathe. The only cure for this is to float on your back and breathe deeply. So that's what I did. After my heart had slowed a bit, I swam around, waved at Steele, and marveled at the water--so pure and blue. But it seems to me the biggest joy in swimming is making that first jump. Choosing to move forward.


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