The lady on the radio told Yellow it would be a baptism. Immerse yourself in the water and you will feel better about everything in life. We come from water, a big watery bubble. We are water, basically. We will just evaporate and go all funny if we are without it for long periods of time. The lady was then right, Yellow decided. She packed her bag and went to the pool. It had a strong unnatural smell that made her feel too clean and disinfected. She showered before entering and swished herself again before entering the water.
Her towel draped on a white lounger close to the pool, on an angle.
Yellow suddenly felt her frame and felt solid and human. She looked forward to entering the pool and floating like flying in the sky- in the water.
The water was not warm. It made Yellow shiver but she soon got used to it and it seemed to be warming up around her. She stretched her arms out and began to swim, in her own idiosyncratic way. The water seemed to fight Yellow, since the time she had lost her stroke on the bus. She had left it on the bus the day she vomited and never retraced it or saw it again. Sometimes she wondered who has it now? Who swims with her very best back stroke that won her a trophy? Where is her front crawl? Who found it and kept it and uses it well?
She would have to make a new set, she resigned. Make a new set of strokes and try and like these as much as she had liked the ones she had founded before.
The water was rushing in waves and bobbing the people up and down and made everything look wobbly but she loved the feeling of floating away your worries, your mind. She felt renewed.
Yellow didn’t float far away, but she floated far enough to feel the words of the lady on the radio ring true. It is like a baptism, thought Yellow and she decided to be baptised more often.