Last night after a herculean struggle with the weedy patch of nature under my mailbox ( I was helped in the weeding process by two volunteer neighbor kids, bless their little hearts), I was very warm. Brad was still at work, so I called upon my dear sister-in-law, and we scampered down to the community pool.
It was just after darkness had descended; there were only two other people there, but they soon left and we had the entire place to ourselves. What joy! It's the first time I've been swimming since last summer at Sal's camp. It's a very large pool but only something like five and a half feet deep at its deepest spot. We both were wearing our glasses when we arrived and so we took them off when we got in the water. We are both blind as bats without optical aids, and there weren't a lot of lights around the pool so we could have played a legitimate game of Marco Polo with our eyes open...It was a bit disconcerting because sometimes we couldn't tell whether the blurry white object over yonder was a person, or... wait...no... it's just a fence post...or a life preserver on a fence post. We had a great time floating, swimming, and doing handstands.
Swimming on a summer's night is one of life's must-have experiences, I think.