Miranda Darling

could perhaps have been a euphoric experience if I had been swimming towards Glory and Infinite Possibility, but even in the deep I knew. I was swimming to escape what I had, swimming to leave it all behind

write to close the gap in my life.

Behind them, a field of cumulus clouds — fluffy, white, innocent; a flock of sheep in a blue-sky meadow — stretch to infinity. They augur a storm for the afternoon. I can feel it building.