Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
I want to write a character…
A moment.
A woman.
A private moment.
Pick something she likes…Swimming pools.
A woman travels the world swimming in different swimming pools. Some man-made small backyard pools of people she meets. Others are public baths or swim centers.
In Europe she finds pools built into the edge of cliffs or shores, where pools where water flows in through mesh intercepting fish or sharks and other sea debris. She writes a blog on the pools she swims in and photographers them. Often times underwater.
She likes to open her eyes under the water. She enjoys seeing the water in the light. Even though slightly blinded by it and cleansed at the same time.
When she wears goggles she would swimming on the bottom of the pool watching the way the light would bounce off the ripples and the patterns they made. As a child she would do this at the public swimming pool. A 50 m pool surrounded by grass and tall gum trees, which would provide shelter from the sun on the base for her towel.
Swimming along the black dividing line on the bottom her tummy almost touching it she would swim into a floating bandaid and hoover to watch it closely turning in slow-motion the lot changing its color.
She watched little pieces of underwater dust hitting the light. How she loved the quiet down there. The slow pace of moving things. One could get over under and around things in a way not possible above the water line.
