In this photo, you are with me, behind me, at the edge of the pool. You are snapping photos, playing with the camera, trying this shot then that. Our conversation echoes, and light ripples and waves against walls: hello, goodbye, hello.
I am happy in this photo. I know this. I know you.
I swim back and forth, doing strokes I only half-know how to do. You are patient with these comings and these goings.
I make my way to you and away from you, to you and away from you, a tide to your safe and waiting shore.