The background is the backyard pool of two childhood friends, set against some tall brush that separates this house from the other house next door. Shivering in a one-piece swimsuit, hair like the end of a straggly mop. This is the period of what I remember as middle school, seventh to ninth grades.
I make my eyesight blur by bringing my field of focus too close, on a foreground that contains nothing that I can see. Here I can see the background in the same level of focus that isn’t possible when I focus on something. Deep greens and cyan blues and yellows. Mediterranean levels of saturation.