The Swimmer

The swimmer missed the sea last week. ‘Terra Firma is OK when it is stormy’, she said, but today it was calm so she  reunited with the sea at our nearest beach. The cry of a seagull, a plume of spray, a distant boat, a far horizon, and the bright pink of a swimming hat all make up the picture. She was only in 6 minutes but it was more than enough to be reacquainted. I minded her things.