Tech Tide

The world outside the pool vanished the moment she dove under the surface. It was replaced by a soft, blue silence, broken only by the rhythmic pulse of her own body. A gentle hum from the bone conduction headphones wrapped securely around her head was the only other sound. As she pushed off the wall and began her first lap, the bassline of a familiar song began to vibrate through her cheekbones, a silent rhythm only she could hear. It wasn’t a sound so much as a feeling, a deep resonance that filled her skull and gave purpose to every stroke. The water became a backdrop, the laps a dance to a private soundtrack that made the chlorine air and the endless blue tiles disappear entirely.