I have an idea to start a poetry reading at this bar. I suggest themes and have people sign up to read their poetry.
I dive into this cold water in a lake with a man. We swim out and back one morning. It is cold, but refreshing. The man reads one of his poems at the bar.
scene: I turn on the dryer. I forget that some of Paul’s sweaters are in it and they shrink.
I am excited about the poetry readings.