Romano allowed himself to smile as he lazily allowed his head to become submerged within the salt water, his hair immediately curling and drifting within the environment. For a few minutes, he simply floated underneath the calm blanket of water before his lungs rudely told him to breach the boundaries between air and water.
His hair, stuck to his scalp and curling in a variety of directions, began to drip water onto his bare shoulders and down his cheeks.
Although he was an agricultural man, he could not deny that he absolutely loved being in the water and just allowing himself to be set adrift. Should be become a fisherman? Should he seriously consider hanging up his shovels and hoes for a net and a boat? Wasn't his brother a fisherman back in the day?
Romano chuckled to himself when a small wave rocked him as he lay back in the water.
Time.
Time just didn't exist when the hot sun was beating down on his tanned face and the saltwater was rocking him to sleep.
Why should he continue thinking about such useless things when he could just lie back down and fall asleep?
Yes, he pondered quietly. Perhaps he should consider becoming a fisherman.