My friend J, and I were swimming. There was a lovely high tide, the sea was glass-like and flat, the sun was out, and it was warm. We'd completed our widths across the bay, and were now having a happy frolic in the ocean. A cavort, if you will. The fun reward at the end of a hard slog!
I thought I felt some raindrops. Not that it mattered because we were enjoying ourselves so much. But as my four readers may remember my friend J becomes a copycat Irish Rover at the first sign of a splish or a splash.
She burst into song -
"... through the driving rain, those unicorns were hiding.
They were playing' silly games
Kickin' and a-splashin'
While the rain was a-pouring-"
.. and both J and I burst out at the top of our lungs, "OH THOSE SILLY UNICORNS!!!"
Guess who were the two most embarrassed swimmers as we got out of the water. Did I truly hear clapping and a shout of "Encore!"? We have to remember that with summer now just around the corner, we might no longer have an isolated beach ...