Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
— Otis Redding
This chap was called “Chambers”, despite the freezing cold water at the 15c temperature of the dock he enjoyed repeatedly diving and the adulation it bought him.
Sometimes you have to just dive in if you want to enjoy yourself, no matter the weather or what your head tells you is sensible.