It was a morning for swimming. The sun was already hot long before noon and he could almost smell the water at the beach even though he was miles away, the salt and seaweed ancient scent that reminded him of childhood and time. As he was driving through a little seaside town he started to think about the girls of his youth, and the way they would walk by in their bathing suits, talking to each other about something important, heads bowed down and laughing intermittently. Then he thought of himself thinking these thoughts, and caught a look at himself in the rearview mirror, thinking this mirror should have a sign, " Objects may feel younger than they appear," this solitary man on his way somewhere unknown.