Stories from the blue.

Sydney woke early today. Very early. The southerly buster slammed through the city rattling windows and shaking trees. The wind brought dread. Half-awake thoughts turned…

I have been swimming my way through heartbreak and frustration. When I swim I count my breaths as I stroke, slowly up and down the…
We walked into the mountains with our clothes on our backs in borrowed bags, our technical fabrics sleeked in icy rain. The land was grey…
He used to stand at my bookcase, reading through the titles. Was he interested in what the books were about? What they said about me?…

I’m Nicole, an ocean swimmer and a writer. Welcome to my little corner of the internet, where I share my dual loves.