From last fall…
It’s Sunday afternoon. The sky is blue, and the air is cool — a welcome relief from the heat that refused to yield to October. It is cool, and the sun is dancing in the canopies of the trees.
should go swimming.
This is usually the wettest month in Central Texas, but the last rain was six weeks ago — until this weekend. Storms rolled in from the west. We got somewhere around 2 inches. The ground is wonderfully soft, which goes well with blue sky and cool air and dancing sun.
will go swimming.
The pool is walking distance from here. Up a slight hill. Under a freeway. Down a block from there. It’s so close you can walk there in flip-flops.
go swimming.
Rays of afternoon sun kissed the treetops and glinted off the water. Swimmers plied their lanes: up and back, up and back. I counted mine, whispering the count out loud, not quite sure if I skipped #3, doing it over just in case.
I sit here now, having returned from the other side of the freeway. Having walked back down that hill. Having watched day fade to dusk. I sit here glad that I…
did go swimming.