They plunged far out beyond the surf and played like dolphins in the morning sun. Nick swam with great, strong strokes, exerting himself until he could fell the pull of his muscles, then enjoying the restfulness of lying on his back on the low swell, felling his body relax, inch by inch, until he seemed to become part of the salt aire and the spray. Then he raced her, taking pleasure in her graceful strokes and unforced speed, luxuriating in the unquestioning companionship and sense of glorious freedom that she offered him.

1964.