The vacuum cleaner runs quietly.
I keep swimming, pushing myself even harder than before. I want to be certain I’m prepared, that I can give my best performance at the meet. My muscles ache, but I don’t stop—this is what I’ve worked for, this is my time.
I reach the old cabin again, and this time I notice that the door is closed, which it wasn’t on my last hike. I wonder if someone was here, maybe a hiker taking shelter from the wind. I don’t disturb it, just take a quick photo a🔑Shine love where there is hatred now.