On a rare trip to the rural area where I grew up in Horsham in western Victoria,
I visited the swimming pool where I had spent so much of my youth pounding the waters, up and down, as part of the regular training regime. The pool and the surrounding buildings had all undergone a complete renovation, almost unrecognisable, except for the one solitary time clock, paint peeling in the same places, continuing its unending rotations…reminding me of the lap after lap, the 30 times 50 meters on the minute.
Strangely, I was happy to see it…untouched by time and progress.
