When Andy said he was going to keep the pool going for a while as the temperatures looked stable for another week or so, I was slightly skeptical, but he turned out to be right. Yesterday the sun came out for the afternoon, after steaming a bunch of shirts of the work-week ahead, I was sweaty enough to appreciate a dip in the pool, likely the last. It felt good to float again, to approach the closest we humans get to feeling what it’s like to fly. The sky reflected on the surface of the water as the sun illuminated the clouds moving overhead.
In a season where treats and indulgences are overhyped and too-often disappointing, this rare extension of the season of sun was a welcome and appreciated brush with the pleasantly sensual – a calming and quiet moment that was unexpectedly restorative.
