May 6, 2007
He swam until the noise and lights of the village faded, his muscles finding some strange second wind, a wind which carried him more than a mile from land. Fatigue came slowly at first and then with an insistence that made his limbs feel artificial and clumsy. He began to feel as if he were flying, not swimming, and it seemed as though the blackness of night was receding, and he saw light over the horizon, spreading like sunrise. He felt heat in his chest and on his arms as they cut the waves with weakening strokes. Flying like Icarus.