Personal Space - Clearlake

I step outside and the warm summer breeze hits my face and warms my body. The hot deck burns my feet. I lean over the balcony. I look at the gold sparkling water in front of me. The hot fiery sun hit the lake just right and made it glimmer. The lake was glassy and still, calm and flat, as it is most mornings. I walk down the warm stairs all the way to the dock below. I walk down with one hand on the railing, silently, peacefully. I look at the purple, pink and blue painted morning sky. I keep walking, inhaling the nectarous smell of Clearlake, The sweetness in the air.  I reach the very bottom of the dock, Still silently, sit down and look at the water just begging me to get in. I give up and put my feet in as the water wraps itself around my feet. I sit and listen to the birds chirp, the fish jump and the leaves rustle as the sun rises higher. The air gets warmer and soon the water asks me to get in again. I strip down to my bathing suit and stand on the edge of the dock. I put my hands above my head and spring off the dock. My hands hits the water first then my wrists, arms and head, shoulders, chest, then stomach, thighs, legs and finally feet. I stay under for a few more seconds and swim to the surface of the water gracefully.