Nothing soothes the savage beast (or is it breast?) than watching fish swim. There is something about their slow, undulating movements that simplifies the most pretzeled logic and unties the tightest knots.
But then again, there are fish in tanks and fish in tanks.
And as my mind begins to wander, so does my imagination…
And I begin to wonder — is this still relaxation?
Are these fish tanks whims of a creative mind?
Their mind? Or Mine?
Suddenly, the possibilities are endless. Swimming and relaxing and contemplating all in one place.
Yet I began to wonder….can you take swimming and relaxing and contemplating…just a little too far?