Zumberge

One of the benefits of living near the coast in a warm climate was the ready availability of beaches.  Unfortunately for Atsuko and Marissa this was common knowledge so, for fully half the year, they had to deal with overcrowding and tourists whenever they wanted to go swimming.  Eventually, between the congested parking lots and small children, they decided that enough was enough and started doing laps in a public pool within driving distance of the shore that was ignored to the point of nearly being abandoned.

Nearly.

Ceilidh - or Kaylee, as she was known to her friends and anyone who had to write or type her name on a regular basis - did not consider herself a habitual drug user.  She certainly used narcotics on a frequent basis, though she was quick to remind others that none of them were any more addictive than caffeine or cigarettes, which is to say, they were not habit-forming.  Therefore, not a habitual drug user.

Her friends quickly learned that the point wasn't worth arguing.

Lori winked to the other two young women. "Watch this." Stepping onto the path she walked through the park, stopping in front of a sandy-haired blond in a button-up shirt and cargo pants. "Hey Scott.  You ready?"

"Sure," Scott replied, standing. "But what took you so long?"

"Oh, you know," she said, trying to sound casual. "I was distracted."

"By what?"

"Well..." She suppressed a smile. "There was this really big blimp flying overhead."

"It couldn't have been -that- big."

"No, it was pretty big."

"So what is it that you find... interesting about it?"

She turned away from her apartment window. "About what?"

"You know," he continued. "Being big."

"Oh." A faint smile crossed her face. "Well.  I guess it's about being larger than life, in every sense of the word.  Just being a figure of awe that's impossible to ignore."

"Even if you can't move?"

"Yeah.  Doesn't stop people from realizing that it's me that's blocking all that traffic."

He nodded silently.

"You're the same way, aren't you?"