I lay on the side of the boat on my back, one hand clapping a straw hat over my face. I like looking at the starry sky of sunshine poking through the holes from under the crown of my hat. My other hand drifts along the tight guard wiring strung above me, my left leg hanging over the side, just under the surface. The drag of the warm water over my foot is instantly relaxing. There’s a bell somewhere far away.
