I love to do the backstroke. Lying on your back, looking at the blue, blue sky. You can see all kinds of images, if your imagination lets you. I find myself singing "Let's, go, fly a kite, up, to, the highest height....". It has the perfect cadence shoulders wiggling, left, right, left, right, hips dancing in synchronization. When I sing that song, I see big puffy clouds, Mary Poppins clouds, wispy lightning bolt clouds, once I saw a heart with wings, and an ear. Sometimes you see a cloud so fat you think you can walk on it, or sit on it like Aladdin a& look down on the swimmers just like they are looking at you.
You never see the same two clouds & different people never see the same thing. That's the beauty of doing the backstroke.
Intuitive, Independent, Invincible, Frequent traveler, lover of life.
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