Immersing into the chilly 52 F water, a finger-drawn heart on a steam-beaded shower stall becomes a portal to oceanic wonder. This long-form poem is a "palimpsest" of moments-avoiding crab pincers, chasing moonlight over sand flats, and tracing the pulse of marine life, from razor clams to ancient horseshoe crabs. It's a Zenlike immersion in breath, memory, grief, and gratitude, marked by strokes and briny whispers: "kick kick...my reflections silver plankton." With crystalline language and elemental imagery, this is not just a swim-it's a lifelong dive into mortality, love, and the sea's salty, spirit-shaping embrace.