Warning: Objects May Be More Important Than They Seem

A few days ago, I headed out on my daily Dunkin walk, a daily ritual when I am in D.C. Consumed in my thoughts (per usual), I barely noticed the swim school occupying the corner of the strip mall near my boyfriend’s condo.
I would have likely continued, face down, muttering to myself (I kid, or do I?), if it had not been for a splash of water mixed with a sparkle of…