The woman stopped in mid-stroke suddenly.  She looked at the swimming pool, glistening wavelets rocking her slightly.  She scratched her plastic-coated head.

She turned to begin another lap and paused again.  She was a woman of habit.  A swim each day.  Her hair in its tight plastic cap.  The same red bathers.  The same stroke.  The same, the same, the same.

She peeled her much loathed bathing cap from her head and flung it to the side of the pool.  And she swam.

As she swam, her gloriously long, curly hair straightened out down along her sides.  It swayed and enveloped her.  It was incredible.  It was a rivulet of senses running down her back.  It was years since she had done this.  It was a thing of silken beauty.  It was a sensory overload.  It was, it was, it was....

It was glorious.

on 8 November, 2010 'mouse said . . .

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I wonder if the teenie-tiny print on your page is intentional.  It’s a challenge which makes it even more rewarding when I get to read you, by copying, pasting and re-sizing or here on the comments screen where it appears a bit bigger.

Nice image on the swimming.  Break them habits!

on 8 November, 2010 boot said . . .

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Trying to just write a lot of words, so feedback of any sort is good.  Thanks.

Will mention to Keith the possibility of a “text view for the old and decrepit” (he designed bootville for me. smile

on 10 January, 2011 Snailrind said . . .

“CTRL +”  works for me, to read your posts whose fonts are tinier and tinier as I read back in time… I wondered if it was intentional too. I don’t remember your past posts being so small, and it feels as though your blog is diminishing them over time, as events dwindle into the far distant memory.

Hurrah for “CTRL +”. :o)

on 12 January, 2011 boot said . . .

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Well, feedback has been sent to the Chief, but we’re both readily distracted, so enjoy Ctrl + in the meantime. 

Events will probably always dwindle here, as my need for solitude and introspection varies with my need for socialising and vocalising.  Just as has it always was, so will it ever be.

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