- Vol. 03
- Chapter 03
We Reigned Over Summer
As a kid, I understood water. Dive in head-first, water seems hollow. Feet-first, it’s a brick wall. Sometimes
I’d pretend to be a boat, capsized. Or an iceberg. Frozen. Stiff. Floating like a Pooh stick. Then I’d wade out of the shallows, imagine every stone
left dry and parched, fish flapping — all that water held in my nose and ears, and plaid swimming shorts.
On hot days, my ears could drink-up a whole ocean view. Just a scattered wind, and a whip of cloud remained.
And come late September, I’d still be diving off the dock while the adults drank gin and tonics on the veranda, watching us kids with half an eye.