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It had been too long, she realized, since she had traveled far enough away from civilization to be unable to hear the hum and rattle and buzz of society. Her car was parked several miles away, safe in its parking spot down at the bottom of the mountain; there were no noticeable power lines anywhere, and no sign of vehicles or buildings or people. As she tilted her head backwards into the water, she could let herself forget what year it was for a little while.
The feeling was, in a word, glorious.
Floating on her back in the cool water made her feel freer than she had anticipated. The sky was just overcast enough that she didn’t need to shield her eyes from the sun. With her body lazily submerged in the placid pond and her eyes focused on the clouds and tree limbs above her, she forgot about her demanding job down in the valley, she forgot about her looming deadlines…she even managed to replace the ever-present sound of her boss’s voice in the back of her head with the whistle of wind through thick leaves and the hum of nearby birds. Glorious.
The light drizzle of rain kept most of the bugs away, though she took notice when the low rumble of thunder drifted across the sky. She counted to herself, waiting for lightning, but gave up after hitting the number fourteen and seeing no flashes anywhere. Still, she swam back to shore to towel off after the sky grumbled to itself a few more times, knowing her mother would be worried if she thought her daughter was caught in a rainstorm, even if she was nearing 30 and living halfway across the country.
Now mostly dry, she slipped her shoes back on and slung her bag over her shoulder, taking a mental snapshot of the small swimming hole before starting the long trek back to her car. Coming back was not a matter of if, but of when.