White, button up, short sleeve shirt, what we call a ‘dress shirt’ in the states. Brown skin. Add water. Shake.
Soaked to transparency white shirt over black bra over wet brown skin topped with sparkling water drops caught in her short tightly curled hair on a happy young woman who’s water play was part dance, part joy, part unstructured and unselfconscious as a child’s play and part ‘hey guys, look at me!’
I noticed, pausing to enjoy for a few seconds before returning to the fray. I’m not going to say how many seconds there are in ‘a few’.