Gemotions

The pool water shimmered, beckoning. Clara felt an unstoppable force, a current pulling her forward. She was a butterfly swimmer, and the rhythmic flow of her arms was second nature. Coach Hanson called her over. "Clara, we need you on freestyle." A jolt of surprise. It was a whole different stroke. As the coach started explaining, a peculiar sensation arose within her; a prickling of her skin, a tightening of her muscles, an almost unbearable eagerness. She wanted to dive in, not just to swim, but to *become*.