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| Queenford Lake on a sunny Sunday morning, reminding me of Magritte's 'Empire of Lights' |
I did a couple of laps in pensive mood this morning, waiting for that moment when one's centre shifts from the world above-board, with its clamour of breath, sight and sound, to the otherness of submersion. What is it about breath suspended and the senses stayed that releases energy? Maybe just the trance of getting into one's glide. Maybe also the recognition that with the chaos and cacophony of yet another start of term, silence and focus are set to sink along with other lost Empires.
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