Dawn. First light, awaking the morning. Cold edge, sharp serrated skyline. Of all swims, these early starts, imprint into my soul. An inexplicably moving experience. Out in the deeper tides. Skies lit all about. 7 degrees out. In the water, trainers, swimmies. Lost my cap, wearing woolly hat. Sodden in the out, diving under breaking waves. A Year & A Day slowly passing by. Five months in. Touching the half year pass. Every day in this sea. Bare skin, lungs, heart. Singing out. My Daily Raw Swim, Cold Running Tide.