Water talk

Posted on November 13, 2017


We stood talking in the water.
Waist deep. 6.30am. Saturday.
I’d just managed 100 metres in the shallows without drowning.
He was about to do an easy 1500. Probably more.
I was heading into shore.
He was heading into the deep.
We stood talking in the water.
Common humanity.
He farewelled me with ‘See you brother’, and started swimming.
I felt humbled, honoured.
I dried and dressed.
Took my time.
Saturday, after all.
Sun up.
Fishing boats out.
Kayakers. Kiosk.
Walkers. Joggers.
I strolled my bike past the clubrooms, looking into the sun.
He was silhouetted, walking into shore. Waist deep.
I raised an arm in farewell.
He waved back.
Common humanity.

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