A body seen through water, a changing light, a turn, a change in lane, is that a thigh or a torso? The mind could be seen traveling back, but to where? Where could begin the myth of the body, the kick that leaves you reeling, compelled?

Even that last swim seemed so long ago, hard to establish a rhythm over time, not to mention those other swims, so long ago it was hard to remember if water really touched the skin, or were they dreams, imprinted on the mind so vividly they felt physical?

Too many questions. That must mean a delving again into the past, where it was obviously more important to float in the present, kick.