A Slow Change Artist
Early morning Barton Springs Swim Report, 12/14/2023
These post-semester days, I swim and then go straight to my campus office to write. If it’s light out after my swim, I might shower and change at the pool, but while I’m delighted to swim in the dark, I will not shower. The locker rooms before sunrise creep me out. Recently I procured a hooded poncho that claims to be the sort of thing surfers use to change in, a kind of wearable cabana, and, having used it twice, have come to the conclusion that changing inside of a flowered poncho is more stunt that convenience. Removing my wet bathing suit was a snap; it was donning dry clothing that presented a challenge. It felt like a very dull vaudeville act, the invisible reverse strip tease.
Happily nobody’s much around on campus to take note of a disheveled soggy-bottomed professor of creative writing. I am back to my various layers of wool clothing.
Do you prefer writing on campus that at home? Home office or home desk or ?
maybe you could practice in a movie theatre?