He flew. Gliding through the water, and then flying above it. As somewhat of a keen swimmer (gross understatement), for me, there is something magical about watching a fellow water buddy who has perfected the art of butterfly. I can gaze in awe for quite some time, as I did today. Staring. Motionless, appreciating the rythm and easy efficiency of someone who clearly knows what they are doing. Unconscious competence. His identity remains a mystery as we did not speak, but exchanged knowing smiles at several points during the hour we spent as neighbours in adjoining lanes. One of my goals this year is to get some further tuition. I will be returning for a swimming lesson, specifically to learn to fly.