For a lot of reasons this swimming pool tugs at my heart. It's the humble one just down the road, which we clop toward wearing flip flops, with towels hugging our necks. These days the water is warm enough for a float or a swim. The diving board clatters in this nostalgic way. Under the ramada we can sink into books or write our dreams. Moms bring their kids here for birthday parties. Couples stroll over for dips at dusk. And on Sunday evenings once a month, we neighbors gather here for pie and talk about stars and empathy and milestones of our amazingly grown-up children...
Wish you were here!