How They Learn to Float – 274th Edition

The mimosa trees around my apartment are full of hummingbirds all summer. Now suddenly they’re covered in speckled pods, dry and grotesque. I shouldn’t be surprised; it’s the beginning of November, after all. But today is still warm and sunny, eighty degrees at least, so I find my bathing suit in a drawer and head out for probably my last swim of the season.

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