This strange ambiguous fall I’ve been starting every day with a swim. It is a little pool, only four feet deep and this being New York City it’s on a rooftop. I’m the only one at that early hour. I like to swim about a foot below and look up at the shimmering surface. I swim a few breast strokes, feel the concrete otherside side turn and push off again. It’s heated so a little steam rises. This morning I was playing with the sound of bubbles. The big ones and how they sound different to the little ones when they pop. I like the sense of being immersed in liquid and less weighty yet firmly contained in definite concrete shape.