Kinka Beach on dusk (it was much darker and scarier than it looks, hey)

There are some people I know – V and C and A and J – who enter the water alone. Some of them swim alone in the wild after dark. Tonight, entering the water, the sea, just on dark, alone, fully dressed and wallowing was delicious.

Walking and wallowing alone after dark on the incoming tide, Mary kept nipping. She was excited, but she always worries about the water, especially when its deep, especially when its dark. She knew it was out of character. I heard that the sea holds magical mineral properties and is willing to share them. It’s good that way, the sea, generous.