I swam today.
First time since my surgery.
When my feet touched the sand, joy sparked in my heart.
I ran all the way into the water, dived under, and when I came up, that joy flared and pumped through my veins like a drug.
I couldn’t stop smiling. I whispered a joyful “hello!” to the choppy water. I laughed, properly laughed, for the first time in too long.
And as I looked out at the horizon, I saw the waters part. Out of the depths, something that looked like white fire rose up.
The water regained normality, and the white fire rushed towards me.
It was a piece of my soul, and when it shot into my chest to nestle by my heart, I knew.