It was a beautiful morning to return to the Albany bulb; even better to swim with Sheila, Arwen, and Colleen.
By all reports, it’s been a wild and windy summer in the bay, but this morning the water was calm; the light glowing golden and the city in the distance framed by purple-gray clouds.
The moment I got into the water, a squadron of pelicans flew overhead as if welcoming me back. I marveled at this remarkable place, so different from the lake– busy and loud; big; nature woven into the urban landscape—but just as beautiful.
The water felt glorious; silky ribbons carrying me along. My illness persists and I felt like crap, so I took it easy, which worked well for catching up with my lovely friends and feasting my eyes on my gorgeous surroundings.