Cold water

I still remember Tommy and Øyvind, at least their names. My brother and I were dipping our toes into Norwegian meltwater and decided it was too cold to go in, then those two local boys showed up and jumped in without even testing the water, Øyvind wearing yellow swim fins.

When we saw them we too decided it was not impossible and we too jumped in. Today it was cold — not Norwegian meltwater cold — but I did need the memory of Tommy and Øyvind to get me through in this Anhui-creek.

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