Sounds Like Heaven to Me

Last night, I turned off the lights in my backyard and took off my clothes and got into the pool. It was only the third time I had been in the pool past my calves since we moved here. I swam for a while. Then I floated in a big blue plastic ring for more than an hour, doing nothing, not even really thinking, just floating and looking up at the clouds and the moon.

I had been trying to figure something out. I had forgotten that the muddy water clears on its own. Every time I feel the way I had been feeling, I always think I have to do something. I don't have to do anything.

I'll tell you something else I've figured out: I am not suited to this weather. I talked to A. and B. today. They said they thought it was in the 60s where they are.