Resonances of a distant past: skin tingling, coarse edges, breath submerged in shrouded layers. They drift through turquoise hues and the innocent laughter that transforms underwater, through the chlorine that still lingers in the body, the torpor of that summer imprinted in the puddle that never evaporated from the lounge chair. In inertia, it rests among mosquitoes and strands of hair tracing the rim of a vast, plastic-coated lake; chest swollen with air, all our memories suspended in the reflection of a night sky, trapped upon the surface of dark, undulating curves.