When I was in grade school I swam on a team and would have meets at various Y's. I remember being on the deep about to dive in, listening for "swimmers ready, get set, go!"  and then someone would shoot a gun into the air which presumably had blanks in the it, and off we'd go. Do ask me, but for some reason I had this unfounded fear that their were whales in the deep end that were going eat me. I was actually more afraid of the parents who yelled at their kids for losing their heat than I was of the whales but the whales were a close second, except for when I would swim in Lincoln Pond outside of Elizabethtown, NY where we'd visit my grandparents. Then I was afraid when swimming across the pond of the leeches that attached themselves to my scab ridden knees (from falling down while roller skating), or of the snapping turtles and mysterious greenery from below. These days most of my swimming is confined to pools (minus the whales), and I can safely say I have no fears while swimming. But I do think a lot, while swimming or at night when I can't fall asleep, thinking about swimming and how the process of swimming in one of the elements of life while living in a body that is made up of 70% water, swimming in the same element and how I would make a visual depiction of this, kind of like trying to visually depict a smell. So with this, here's Wally, swimming.