So, I was doing my warm-up walk in the therapy pool, pushing the foam noodle for stability. Mom’s walking backward ahead of me, and something floating in the water caught my eye. I started cracking up, which threw my balance off, and put me in no position to point or fetch the floater. The shiny item ended up being some rebel eye drop vials that escaped shallow pockets. The way it floated, and happened so unexpectedly prolonged the whimsical mood of that moment.