Moonlight Swim
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Cooking-pot
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Coolly
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Humungous
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Jumping
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Moon
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Purple
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Relaxing
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Statue
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Swim
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Thyme
The mainland to the island may only be some four hundred metres
from the river bank, but my imminent passage through the dark water of the
night would be really quite scary. The gently breaking water looked like
fingers almost urging me forward and inviting me to enter, yet created a
strangely relaxing environment for just
another evening swim. It was still enough
to make me nervous.
My route took me over a white statue that I had dropped into the water some
time ago, left as a marker so that I would not lose my way. The whiteness had
long been dulled though the statue could still be seen through the darkness
beneath the gently waving weeds.
To retrieve this special variety of
Silver Thyme by the light of the humungous Moon as it rose over the hills made
the challenge truly enchanting, the dark purple
flower looking almost black by moonlight. Unmistakable.
My wet hands slipped on the grass
at the waterÕs edge as I tried to get purchase and clamber up the bank.
Although this was difficult, I soon found myself standing over the herb. In the
night air, the jumping insects still abroad at this time
of night always surprised me regardless of the number of times I had made this
trip.
I placed some Silver Thyme in my
waist pouch ready for my return trip, then coolly
re-entered the glistening water already visualising the cooking-pot in which I would prepare my reward.
© Louis Brothnias (2010)