8:30: The sea - still as glass – beckoned. “Come swim!”
“Oh, yes,” the woman answered,” I will.”
11:45: Laundry was hung, chores done, the sea called again. “Come now.”
The woman shed clothes for a swimsuit and hurried down the windy hill to stand before the horizon of sea.
12:00: A flock of birds floated lazily twenty yards out to sea as she splashed her way into the icy water, swimming passed the birds - and beyond the visible horizon.