Iggy and the moon

I went back to the river at lunch and, incredibly, saw...well, I’m not sure what to call it other than the total opposite of seeing a cormorant and heron fight over a log. When I looked over the wall I saw a scuba diver in a big blue suit (the water level is quite low, but it’s not really the place to go diving, ever. Plus, it’s October. In Pennsylvania.) As I turned around I was thinking that I should have known it wouldn’t be good two days in a row, and that’s when I saw him. The large, tanned, oiled up man sunbathing (again - October. Pennsylvania.) who appeared to be wearing only a white towel. A small white towel. And I was at this certain angle? So...I can’t unsee that. And so I’ll need to poke out my mind’s eye now.