Formality

There is still some spring in the fall up here in the elegant quarters of lower New England.

Today was bright and in the low 70s and I swam outdoors in a 50 meter pool. A heated pool. I thought about aiming for a mile, but then I just didn't want to count laps. I hate keeping track of numbers when there's sky and water, movement and breath.

The lifeguard said the bubble goes up over the pool Saturday.