Flashes of Panic

Two summers ago (I think) it was some wicked hot around 4th of July. Coming back in from Second Wind on two different occasions, I helped my father moor it, then stripped to shorts and swam back to the dock rather than take the dinghy (predictably enough named Puffin.)

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, in a pleasant-reminiscence sort of way. Maybe it’s because we got a taste, earlier this week, of how summer can be as unpleasant as winter in its own way. Maybe it’s because my usual pool is closed now. Or maybe because Second Wind had sea trials yesterday in advance of a potential sale.

Now playing: Walls (Circus) from She’s The One by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers