for summer’s end, the time of year when the sun’s angle slips too low and the nights grow too cool to keep the pool’s water temperature warm enough for swimming. Every September, I try to best my record for latest swim; this year I swam to my heart’s content on September 20. That felt wonderful.
I already miss the feel of the water on my skin and that flying sensation as I float underneath the surface. In my pool, I am a kid again.