Yes, I'm swimming alone
Billy was my friend for an evening. He would fly away and come back, fly away and come back. All I had to do was stick my hand out and he'd come back and hang out with me. I ate, drank wine, and swam with him on my hand. I moved him from finger to finger and told him to go away when I was tired. Billy was a great friend.
Moments like that make you marvel at nature. It's so bizarre that a nearly untouchable creature picks you to become its companion.. almost as if its trying to tell you a secret.
