A Viking

I went to the lake again. To live a contemplative life… to watch, and think, and read. In other words: to be a bum. The air was still warm, but the sun had covered herself behind a thick layer of ominous clouds. There were few people there. I took off my clothes and swam half a mile out in the warm gentle water… ‘where stupendous waves rolled in thunderous motion’.  To think that I had not done this in perhaps seven years… swimming under apocalyptic skies in complete joy. It started to rain. I liked it. I was a Viking...