Splash!
Splash! It started out as a tinkle, the laugh that escaped my lips. Then it rolled through me as it gained confidence, releasing a chortle. I felt gleeful and mad at the same time. Maybe my partner did, too, because I could hear his responding guffaw from behind me. We had done it all wrong. The sky had forewarned us of rain, but we didn't listen. We kicked through the pool, our feet propelling around the squared out lines cut into concrete. The pool was too small to swim in, but we made the most of it seeing as how we had ridden to an adjacent town to try it out. We were surrounded by water–the water in the pool plus the molecules bursting around us. And burst they did into a full-fledged rain. My bare feet quickened to the alcove where I had left my love to peruse the grounds. So, we sat under the protection of the trees munching on banana bread. (Who brings banana bread to the pool? And then eats it with the intention of swimming afterward?) The drops squeezed around us, occasio...