It always takes on a sad aspect now. Certainly not as sad as when it gets covered, and laid to rest, but pitiful – for its coldness, its pockets of dirty leaves, and the way it stays so still when the pump is off. This is the pool at the end of summer. The memories of bright sunny days, of laughter and splashes, of cool midnight swims are all that remain now. Will it be enough to sustain us through the fall and winter? It has to be.
