The beach empties. The light goes violet. You stay in the water, because the day was yours and you are not finished with it.

NIGHT SWIM marks the hours you keep for yourself. Not the performance of summer, the private part. The part no one photographs.

Chocolate baroque pearls, each one shaped by years in dark water, knotted by hand around a spiral shell, the oldest form the ocean draws.

One exists. Wear it when the crowd leaves and you stay.