As I was swimming, I was watching this guy who always is in the same place every Sunday at the lagoon on the Cairns Esplanade. He never swims. He is always bare-chested. He’s extremely muscular. He sits on his haunches and watches people. He rarely moves. He just sits and watches.
As I pass by, to do my swim, I always say hello. He is always silent. But I say it anyway. Maybe it’s perversity on my part. Maybe it’s human nature to acknowledge others.
Today, as I passed by splendid in my lycra togs, I said hello and I saw the faintest smile from him in response. I smiled back. I always wear men down eventually.