Swimming under the stars

My son and I have a tradition of buying a pool pass at the community pool. We have spent many lazy days hanging out at the pool and gorging ourselves on cheese dogs and electric-colored snow cones. One summer, we spent our evenings after dinner checking in an hour or two before it shut down for the night.

I love the sounds of the pool. Children's laughter sprinkled about. Different languages bouncing off the water like music. The blaring whistle of the teen aged lifeguards issuing their "stern" warnings. The thud of bodies jumping off the concrete. Splashes followed by squeals.

But nothing equals swimming at this time of year when fall begins creeping in and the nights get cool and the veil of darkness casts a longer shadow. We hit the pool and don't leave until they close at 8 p.m. Nothing equals the feeling of swimming outdoors when twilight hits and the sky switches from baby blue to pink and purple. The moon and her sisters, the stars, appear. While in the pool, the water warms like a cloak. And the night air hitting your body and senses as you leave the warmth exhilarates.

Walking to our car in the dark with our soaking towels slapping around in our bags and the evening air tickling our wet skin and hair, there's no feeling like it.




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