Friday, March 29, 2013


Training to be a lifeguard. Aspiring to Navy-Seal prowess. But he’s such a tender slender string bean! All bone, muscle and skin. A clinging octogenarian granny could pull him down.

I worry.

They say drowning is a good way to go. No wish to find out but I guess it’d be OK once you stopped struggling and inhaled the sea water or pool water or river water.

You’d open your eyes to a luminous liquid world. Filtered sunlight, bubbles and blue blue blue. 

A quiet – very quiet – sandy bottom to sit upon.

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