A long involved episode of walking up and down and around this path to the ocean, that wound around tidepools and even something that looked like a very active whirlpool--dark and frothy--and I was afraid to jump in. Melanie actually jumped in it. She accompanied me on all these trips back and forth to the ocean, past the whirlpools and other people, even in the dark. We seemed to have no sense of time; there was just the walking back and forth in this mysterious and beautiful place, knowing the beach was within walking distance. I tried explaining to Stephen that Melanie had jumped into the whirlpool but that I could not--I pointed at it and it still seemed too menacing, as though it could suck you up and spit you out. Melanie had come out okay but I was still wary of it.
I was also very aware of the slickness of my black swimsuit, how shiny it was when wet.
