At sunrise exercise this morning I had dipped my head down into the bright underwater sky. Little Jellyfish everywhere. New to the island, I perked my head up, alarmed. Treading water slightly quicker, I asked David whether the little creatures dotting the water below us were of any concern.
“They just sting a little,” he replied.
“They’re like the mosquitoes of the sea.”
They have a mosquito for everywhere here, I think to myself.
Later that day, I can chart the mosquito bites, from ankle to knee: from “Orion’s Belt of Irritation” to “The Southern Cross of Misery” There is “Scratchy Major” and also “Scratchy Minor.” I sit at my new desk, in my new office, in my new home, at Continue reading