we saw lots of little pink wire flags along the path which usually connote some form of construction/destruction but in this case lisa enlightens us are to mark the breast run, hence the pink i say, and she, it's all about the pink, and we talked across spider bridge about mister and swimming and greece and she said she was friends with yogatrump and said i think you know him and i said oh yeah without a pause or further word and we skipped over that landmine and she asked if she could walk part way with us and see where we enter the water so we did and she wanted to swim but was afraid of boats and i said i was much more afraid of cars and when she got waterborne her fears would likely dissolve like most cares originating on land. then we met a girl who always smiles at us even from afar i see and she praises the distance mister swims with me and says her husband and other daughter are out by the shipwreck so lisa departs maybe to gather her bikini and we swim out to greet the other two swimming back to shore and so here we are! back on the sweet slow shoaled shipwreck we once lit on. mister was able to stand on the upper edge of the boiler house and the water was so calm we stayed basking in the calm expansive feeling of water-space and the mellow feel of the old familiar iron house on the ancient reef felt good under our feet.