Twenty-first

Dear July,
At different times in my life, I’ve had different answers to the question “what super power would you have”. These days I say teleportation. At one point it was invisibility. But I’d almost forgotten that there was a time when I wanted to be able to breathe underwater.
We went to an island today and snorkelled. I haven’t snorkelled in a long time. I forgot how much I love the strange crackling noise the ocean makes – quiet and loud all at once. I forgot how comforting the denseness of the water is and it’s gentle pressure against your ear drums. I like the way your breath catches in your throat when a fish swims right up to your face, in the way fish often do because they have so little fear. Human limbs feel cumbersome and needlessly bulky in the water and I’m sure the fish can tell. They know they could outrun us if it came to it.
When you come up, salty and damp, it’s always been much longer than you expect. Youre never sure how long it should have been but not an hour, certainly not that long. Time moves at a different pace down there.

Alex x

I’m posting a blog for every day in July. Letters to July was inspired by Emily Diana Ruth.

Further reading

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