Early morning swim, YMCA edition

All right angles & illumination. Still blessedly outside, though the puritan in me disapproves of the heated water. No herons, no geese, no mystery, no surprise sudden fellow swimmers threatening to clock me on the schnozz. My fellow swimmers are all entirely visible, and contained by the beaded lane markers. A young lifeguard patrols the perimeter, as though we’re seals in an enclosure who might make a break for it.

OK, I’ll be a seal.