it was beyond logical. it was inevitable. a styrofoam cooler, filled with loco-pops, floating in xta’s pool.

i cursed the cool weather that made the pool less than completely habitable. me! curse cool weather!

nevertheless, now i feel very relaxed, the way i remember feeling after an afternoon swimming when i was a kid. kind of prune-ey in the fingertips, my hair kind of clumpy and damp.

i do honor the deliciously cool weather with the scent of cherries and cloves smeared on my wrists.