Dawn. Sunrise. A new swim, north of Kilheran shores. 07.06, 4.21m high tide. Off a rock shelf. Into the deep water. Temperatures ringing out, hard as a bell. Sunrise 08.20. 2 degrees out. Prickling, tingling cold in. Hot flask of tea. Steaming. Hands wrapped about, warmth. Lost swim hat back, on my head. Above, a waxing moon. In zodiac Aquarius. This quiet universe, flowing out & on. Map & patterning behind & beyond. All afoot, so fleeting here. Such change, unpredictable times. Sitting here on the water. Against the mountains, rising sun, falling moon & empty sky. Stillness, gold circling all. My Daily Raw Swim, Cold Running Tides.