Living under a Star
The swimmer made a wake across clear blue water, the water still and limpid. The air was bright and the wide sky a deeper shade of blue, high to the dome, where shone a clear star.
With every push, the swimmer cut across measures, or quantities, of water. Equal parcels of this stretched for hundreds and thousands of miles over the horizon, curving, in turn, in the equally empty volumes of space beyond the atmosphere. Harsh space. Radiation-filled space, smelling of the over-cooked volatility of gunpowder.
The swimmer took another breath and made more distance.