Seventy Days

There are approximately seventy days of summer. By summer, I mean pool days. This was one of the best summers I can remember in a long time. I spent all weekends and a majority of work afternoons at the town pool. Since many of the women I am friendly with are school teachers, they were there every day. We sat and talked for hours. Some days it was the exact same conversation as the day before, but no one cared. It was just so pleasant. Today, even though it looks cloudy outside, we may all get together and spend the last pool day together. At 10pm tonight the pool is drained and will look empty and sad until next June.