I’m halfway across the lake, flipping from the crawl, to breast stroke to back stroke, taking time to tease out the images nested within the clouds. Got to hand it to Barry. He has such a light touch. There’s nothing random in his programs. Every detail carries significance. He even had water shooting up my nose close to shore. I’m midway through my post swim shower, methodically reviewing details, the feel of the water, the flies darting in straight lines along the surface, when Red Alert sounds.
I’m on the bridge. Luckily, I’m programmed to switch to work wear anytime I’m here as most humans grow uncomfortable, twitchy, can’t think straight when facing a naked person.
An alien vessel is approaching at warp speed.