It’s deceptive. So, so deceptive.
Look outside today, with the sun glistening off of Penn Cove, and you almost might believe the water would be warm.
You’d be wrong, however.
Once upon a time, for about a five-year stretch, I went into the waters below my house every single day for much of the year.
In just a swimsuit.
And believe me, it was never, ever, EVER warm.
Certainly not when there was snow on the ground in November, but also certainly not on the rare 90-degree day in August, either.
Looking back, I am left to wonder – was I a moron?
And then you see the drawings I used to make on my body parts prior to splashing down, and you know the answer for yourself.















































