Photo Story: Salinity

Me: beach baby, child of coastal hippies, freckles constellating my shoulders from May to September. A Pisces—the superior water sign, my mother says. My best quality mutability, which is tempered by a perpetual desire to escape reality. Pacific-baptized early, I spent my youth thrashing in the cold salt.

You: never learned how to swim.

It’s so blue today, you murmur. Children sculpt four spires of dark silt on the tide’s kelpy fringe. We wade in with our clothes on. Eyes brine-flooded and stinging. Held by seawater, we no longer touch each other, our shirts floating around us like ghosts.

 

 

Photo credit: drpavloff