Crossing the Arabic Sea

Last night, in luke warm water and with the sun setting behind me, I swam towards the distant lights on the other side of the beach.


The world's largest swimming pool.

A salt water pool of darkness that was mine for an hour. Everybody else had left the water, busy making plans for the evening while I was crossing the Arabic Sea.

Perhaps there was the odd crab following my path from the bottom. But for most part it was all mine.

I owned the ocean for an hour.



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