The Morning of Her Youth

reliving a younger time

The Morning of Her Youth

You wonder how the mind bends into a pretzel and finds the needed salt to bolster the interior. Her long legs walked 

around the pool as though they needed permission to plunge into the water. She paused for a moment, commingling a 

common thread in her thinking, am I beautiful and what else do I have that is so special? She never answered when it 

circled round her mind but always gave it more thought than it was worth. Now she could plunge. The water enveloping 

a taut tanned skin. She stroked like a pro, the rhythmic permutations would cause one to think of a butterfly managing a 

flight through the air. She found the sound of it all nearly perfect. Stroke, expansion, contraction, the smooth glide, 

the freshness of the water feeling like a baptism in enjoyment.

The salt of her being taking control, bending her mind into another wave of blissful excitement. She really didn’t 

understand what was happening but the swimming seemed endless and effortless. Almost child like she popped out of 

the water, beads of water complimented her tan, taunt skin. Just as a kid would scurry round, jumping with an 

enthusiasm that lasted well into the evening, she felt the kindness of her youth accompany her thirty something mind. 

She wanted more but her age suggested a fatigue bordering on a series of muscle pulls. As her memory of childhood 

dissipated she calmly exited the morning of her youth. 

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Good Morning Marie,

Thanks so much for visiting. Sometimes the urge to write differently rises. Take care!

Al

[Marie]

THis is good, somehow touching. Not exactly a story, but a character and mood description, very well written.