Early morning low tide, the sand wide, on the shore a couple of beachcombers, dog walkers, bike riders, nobody in the water but me. I pull my goggles on, push my head beneath the water, and start to swim with the powerful current towards the spit of land about three hundred yards down the beach.
Visibility is nil, and my imagination conjures nightmares from what I can't see while my heart rate rises, mind chanting with each stroke - I am afraid, I am afraid, I am afraid.
When I get back to my clothes they are covered in ants.
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