I knew the Atlantic was cold as I walked out the pier. Knew it mid-air as I felt its chill. Knew it going in but seriously, how often do you get to dive into the ocean from a 10-ft springboard? Buzzards Bay was cold. Not lung-cripplingly so, though piercing the surface was a healthful shock to the system... a shocking reminder of the solvency of water. Unfortunately it took more than my breath: I don't know how deep I went but I bottomed-out and kicked hard and up and once I was buoyant I went to put on my sunglasses, still gripped firmly in my left hand, and saw that they had lost their utility. Barring a trip to the West Village in the near future these babies are headed back to Ray·Ban. I had to wear a hat the rest of the afternoon.