I step in and my skirt catches air and billows briefly. I am jellyfish wide. I am in my element. It is all airless and soundless and the water is a coocoon for the skin to hide in. I could drown and there is comfort in it.
To run into the ocean fully clothed is a joy that surpasses nakedness. It is the crossing over between worlds. It is the coming home to water. It is perhaps a thing more wonderful than sex. I am sea-wrack. I am insignificant. I am a feed for a shark or the little nipping of fish. I am home.