Dear Wigleaf —

We just came back from holiday. The kids spent the days leaping on the
beach, and every night they fell asleep early. I did, too.

It rained on Tuesday and again on Thursday. That second storm, I left
the kids in front of the television, and walked to shore to see the
clouds. The ocean was warm and there was no one else around, so I
stripped out of my clothes and waded into it.

It's a particular feeling, being naked in the water. Maybe it's muscle
memory. When I was in the spelling bee (was that fourth grade?) the
word I went out on was "embryonic" and maybe that's it—maybe it's
embryonic, in the sense that your cells remember that past self,
gilled and still forming.

We're back from vacation now and it's like it never happened. I'm
still reading the same long Japanese novel I was on the trip, though,
so sometimes at night I find grains of sand in the sheets, a kind of
evidence.

Rumaan




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