Chronology of Water
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“We are all swimmers before the dawn of oxygen and earth. We all carry the memory of that breathable blue past.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
When she was smaller - all baby rolls and dimples and marshmallow skin - she would fall asleep like this as you showered together. The soft curve of her head and your collarbone meeting like two parts of a whole.
Water rolling down her smooth round cheeks, dusting her eyelashes with tiny droplets, her baby hairs plastered to her head just like the moment she was born. Like she remembered the primordial waters she first swam in.
She emerged from the womb into another watery plane, blue like the late-summer afternoon sky that welcomed her. Like your eyes watching as she emerged, slippery and perfect, into the world. She knew this element. This liquid embrace. This gentle transition from one watery home to another.
And in our shower, months later, she would find that same peace again. Eyes heavy as droplets traced the curves of her face, her body melting into that ancient knowing. This place was safe. This place with you was home.
29.06.2025
