“It’s as if someone bought all the diamonds at Tiffany’s, and crushed them into dust, then spread that dust across the water so that it sifts down evenly, filtering through the shards of light that cut into the depth. We are swimming through eternity, my daughters’ bright mermaid legs, kicking out, towards deeper water. I stay beneath the surface and marvel for as long as lungs can hold. “Swimming is the reset button,” Pallas used to say, “swimming starts the day again.”
