swimming
Thirty-two degrees. I swam at the dam this Saturday, from the little beach near Rokle. The water is brown and warm and full of children.
I swam out until the shouting got quiet, then floated on my back and looked at the sky for a long time. A ferry went past and someone waved. I waved back with one foot.
Pavel never swam. He said a piano tuner's hands should stay dry. I think he just didn't like cold water.