Thursday, April 21, 2005
Forbidden Pleasure
Who knew that with a key, an empty pool, and the glorious April sunshine that one can find bliss beyond the scope of writable words?
Today, with the sun illuminating the shockingly white bottom of a winter-worn pool, I took a single key and opened the door into my own personal heaven. I walked through the lobby of the old community pool; it still smelled like chlorine from the long summer days when the line of eager children awaited that icy blue water amid the scorching heat.
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