In my ongoing quest to figure out a good swimming time on Mondays (my busy morning), I opted to join Colleen for a 6:30 am swim this morning. At the last minute, Angie, who returned from Ireland last night, decided to join us. When we pulled into the parking lot and I saw Kira was there, too, I was glad I wouldn’t have to try and keep up with Colleen and I think they were glad to see I had my own swim buddy so they wouldn’t have to hold back for me. 

We were surprised to someone fishing on the otherwise empty, dark beach. Now I wish I’d asked him what he was fishing for, but as we were entering the cold, black water, I didn’t want to know. 

Getting in was difficult as always, though it felt slightly warmer than yesterday (it was: 52 degrees versus 50 degrees yesterday). I crept my way in while Kira and Colleen shot off and were swallowed up by the darkness. 

After her week in Ireland, Angie and I had a lot of catching up to do and so we had a mostly chatty swim as the sun moved closer to the horizon, turning the world to a silvery gray.

It was a cloudy, rainy morning and so there wasn’t a dramatic, colorful sunrise; instead, it was a slow brightening into metallics and light.