Swimmer

My mother found me in an abandoned rowboat, washed up on the beach. They didn't know I'd been born in the ocean.

A man, a single fin on his feet, swimming across the television screen as a voice announces him as the longest-breath-holder in the world. Only a moment of my attention. Instant inspiration. An idea forms and will not let me go. Here I lay a fragment of it; but it is the strongest fragment, the piece that stays in my mind and tells me "Here, look here!".