Gemotions

The scent of chlorine hung heavy in the air. Michael leaned against the pool wall, the world seeming to tilt slightly. He closed his eyes briefly, just to rest them. He watched his daughter, Chloe, swimming laps with a speed and grace that he himself had never possessed. She moved through the water with an effortless flow, a direct reflection of his own dedication, which now felt distant. He wished he could join her, encourage her, but the thought filled him with a weariness he couldn’t fight.