My one time swimming in Barton Springs, years ago, I wished I had had a snorkel. So much to see, looking down, you forget to look at what's happening on the surface. Makes me wonder if you dangled a 'do not bump into me' sign, with a weight, to trail through the water beneath you, if the snorkelers would have a clue that it was meant for them, or if they'd just bump into you more, attracted to it like a uniquely fluttering fish.
Might that snorkler who punched your flank be thinking he is copping a feel? I have learned to respect others' personal spaces to the extent that I won't even try to straighten a misaligned collar unless I get permission first.
My one time swimming in Barton Springs, years ago, I wished I had had a snorkel. So much to see, looking down, you forget to look at what's happening on the surface. Makes me wonder if you dangled a 'do not bump into me' sign, with a weight, to trail through the water beneath you, if the snorkelers would have a clue that it was meant for them, or if they'd just bump into you more, attracted to it like a uniquely fluttering fish.
You are irresistible! Another wonderfully vivid vignette that transported me and made me laugh. Thank you.
I feel the same about Elizabeth. Her writing is transporting. When I see she has written another blogpost, my dopamine level goes up anticipatorily.
I love your swim reports. Thank you.
Might that snorkler who punched your flank be thinking he is copping a feel? I have learned to respect others' personal spaces to the extent that I won't even try to straighten a misaligned collar unless I get permission first.