The Underwater Boy

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

Traffic in Somis on the way to pool.

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

Santa Monica

And this is what I look like after a swim:

Post-water tired

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.

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