The wind chills today were in the single digits with the promise of Arctic dips for the rest of the week. I just wanted to plunge into the warm pool, but it’s closed and covered. And ice cold. And desolate. But I went there anyway and looked through the frozen fence at all the lonely stacked chairs, and lounges.
“Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.”
― Shannon Celebi, Driving Off Bridges