Roamin with the Buffalos

We're off to a good start. A lovely night swim, slightly woozy/energized from wine etc, the water still and silent, looked as inviting as my very own bed. We giggled and swam and my legs were grabbed by seaweed which was scary/exciting. To lay in the water, looking at the sky, well I can't suppose there is much better. The water was warm, so warm, if you kept your limbs rotating, and I had trouble convincing myself to get out (and why did I get out? so I could come up here to tip-tap bullshit on my computer?). It was perfect. Things are perfect.