Talk Without Speaking

Every since April 1st I’d been biding my time and I finally got what I was looking for last Thursday. It was a pretty rainy, miserable, *cold* day and you should have seen the steam rising off of the outdoor pool! I figure that the air temperature was somewhere around 10C - compare that to the steamy 27c that the outdoor pool sits at.

Make a call. Either shower before hand and then brave the walk outside soaking wet in the drizzling rain. Your consolation prize is that, compared to that, the pool itself seems sooo warm and soothing.

There was so much steam on the surface of the pool that, at times, I couldn’t see the end of the pool when I was even within 5 metres or so. Breathing the steam at the surface was like walking through the heaviest of mists and I found that I had to take deeper breaths to get my air - the water content of the air I was breathing had to be about as high as it can be an still be considered to *be* air.

The rain drops are like little pin pricks as I walk back in but the hot tub is not even the most comfortable of sanctuaries - by the time you get there your body is so cold that the hot tub feels like fire and even once you get accustomed there are still these little memories of the frigid rain drops that feel like icicles on your skin.

Contrast that with a day like today where the sun is beaming and the pool is a million reflections. I know it’s not quite that extreme yet but, at times, it’s hard to tell which is warmer, the air or the water. Until you have to walk back in that is. Feels like summer and I know the days on drying off on the grass are not long off.