It is all so crisp and blue.

All so concrete too.

Maybe it is from the hit of chlorine I take as I inflate my lungs until they hurt. The chemicals stinging my nostrils making everything seem clear and hazy all at the same time.

The perfect rectangle azure water hits the eyes first. So beautifully wavy and sparkly against the thick, black lines at the bottom; a permanent reminder that there is a certain way to do things. No room for chlorinated chaos.