I used to wonder when I was a kid if I couldn’t swim out far enough in the ocean to see the continental shelf. I don’t know why this just occurred to me except that I’m writing a beach scene. I still sometimes look at rushing waters and wonder if I could beat it at my best – which, don’t worry, I fully recognize as being very far behind me.

Still… I used to be good in the water. And walking. I loved walking. Weird how we break, hm?