I do love to swim. It gives me a chance to relax and enjoy my own thoughts without all the distractions of the world around me.
I thought of a much more poetic form of this early today around lap 25, but to my shame, cannot recall it now, and was (obviously) not able to write it down as it occurred to me. I thought I would remember, but alas, the words have taken flight. This is not as good, but the idea is there...
Like two sides of the same coin,
the best poetry reveals to us philosophical truth
while the best philosophy delights with its poetic symmetry.
It's no wonder that I made the shift from one to the other so readily.
I'll add to this later if I remember the better form.