The Underwater Boy

Tuesday morning on the way to Camarillo I was stuck in some traffic:

Yesterday morning I went into work early, via PCH, and the overcast was sort of pretty:

And this is what I look like after a swim:

I think of swimming laps as a bit like methadone. I’m looking forward to the heroin of the ocean to be available.

There are much worse vices than swimming. I know because I’ve tried them.