Early AM YMCA swim report

Most nights, when Barton Springs Pool is open, I examine the sky and wonder what sort of swim it’ll be the next day. Full Moon Over the YMCA is book I might read or a song I might listen to. The real thing is not so picturesque.

At either end of the Y pool is a line of what I think of as used car lot pennants—do I mean bunting?—alternating blue and white the width of the pool. This morning they fluttered in the breeze. Then I was aware of another fluttering, the start of a migraine aura. I get the visual effects, though not the headache. Do I mean halo? Scintillating scotoma? I swam through it, through sunrise, the inside of my head unhelpfully picturesque.