The day after what I assumed would be the last day in the pool was just as warm and inviting, so I extended the life of summer for one more moment. It was a joyous bonus in a summer that found us in the pool less often than we would have liked. Some summers are like that. We don’t miss them any less because of it.
The last skinny dip of the year. This blog always returns to gratuitous male nudity. On that you can depend and never worry, even if it won’t always be me. (You’re welcome.)
