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🌊 Swimming & Wild Waters This time, I'm writing about dives, swims, and everything related to wild waters: lakes, ponds, reservoirs, rivers, seas, oceans... maybe even waterfalls. In short — anything that's not a pool. Over the last few years I've chosen them specifically. Although before I swam in pools — with jacuzzi, saunas, showers, gym right next door. The full package. So... why did all of that stay in the past, and now it's all lakes, all lagoons, little ponds, lochs as the Scots call them here in Scotland, where I live. The story is pretty simple, even a bit comical, but it leads to a purer, more natural self. Everything, of course, started with a lack of money and time. The car breaks down, electronics in it — a separate kind of hell, garage guys jacking up prices like they're selling an apartment. Time passes, money melts, sports get sidelined. And if you're paying as much as they charge here for a gym/pool membership, you want everything: sauna, gym, not "splish-splash and out." Plus, visiting a pool wouldn't work out quickly anyway, because you need a proper shower before and after entering it. Time passes. Summer comes. Things finally moved with the car, some spare time appears again. Social media — full of people swimming in lakes. You start looking. You try few. Gradually you find the ideal little lake, reminiscent of childhood: swimsuits hanging on a branch, irregular water, no chlorine smell, no crowds, especially on cooler days. And for me personally, this is a very important moment — the not boring swim. Not like an animal in a cage back and forth, but like an animal in freedom. Birds, trees, and when floating on your back — the sky, clouds, sun. After such paradise, I simply no longer understand pools. Seriously. Okay, the dude with fins swimming at slow boat speed annoyed me (so you swear to yourself to reach the same speed, just without fins), and those Poles leaving piles of trash after bonfires, but that's still a minor stuff. And in summer you pick blackberries around, in autumn — mushrooms. Wow. ❄️ Winter & Dips And then this discovered idyll, euphoria, gets a bone-chilling hit. Autumn comes, and with it the message that you need to move out, of course, not by your own will. Financial situation — total shit (had no time to recover after the car fiasco), so every day is like a battle: with emotions, with awareness, with self-motivation ESPECIALLY. The weather cools. But the lake is still beautiful. People still come — with safeguard floats, tea, experience. September — great. October — possible. Housing still not there... almost got one flat, but it slipped away. Every cooler day swimming feels like almost proving something heroic: manliness — yes, not everyone swims at 15°C, endurance — yes, that's needed now for myself, self-empowerment — also. November... I got an apartment, moved houses. Gradually found lakes around the new place... continue... Lake water barely reaches 10°C, but I still dip in, because you can't shake off euphoria that easily... even if it's numbed by events. :D I don't always swim or dive in fully. Sometimes just dip in. But that's more than enough. Why? Reasons galore — you can see them in the pictures. I don't want to explain to the bone. 🏊♀️ What I Want to Say
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