Swim

You live in a city. You walk by, bike by, drive by people all day. Sometimes you meet eyes, sometimes you say “hi.” Sometimes you collide.

A soldier out walking from the war. A mother out searching for her son. A lobbyist outmaneuvering the FBI.

Sometimes you swim.

You read because you want to escape, because you want to understand, because you want to feel. For the beauty. For the thrill. You can see the difference in your city. You can know your country better.

You can’t outrun the hurricane.