Saturated

60º and a softly hissing mist, it didn’t matter to us.

 

We set up camp for the summer at our spot at the pool on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. Gave our number (347) and plopped our chairs onto the cement. Barely moving all summer.

 

It did not matter if the toothpick inserted into our season came out with crumbs still sticking to it. Summer was done enough for us.

 

We soaked in the season until it saturated us.

 

And every day I could, I walked down sweltering interlocked driveways until I at last could jump (never learned to dive, you see) into the electric blue of the chlorine pool.

 

They could barely drag me away. My eyes turned bloodshot, my eyebrows singed and my skin turned bronze, but they could barely drag me away.