Wednesday will mark the first day of autumn, which means yesterday was the last Sunday of summer.

 

As yesterday hit 103 degrees in my neck of L.A. (I kid you not), it was prime pool weather. Mister and I jumped in together and hung out a while, getting our core temps down. The good ol’ pool did the trick, and we felt nice and cool the rest of the day.

 

This week we’re slated for temps around 90, but the nights should be cooler. That means the pool temperature will continue to drop. Because I’m too much of a wuss to get in a cold pool, yesterday was probably my last swim of the season.

 

I’m not gonna lie – I nearly shed a tear when I thought about that. I’ve ruminated on “lasts” before, so doing now isn’t new for me. Being aware of it, however, is rare. Usually our “last” experiences carry no fanfare, no announcement. Knowing yesterday’s pool fun was the last of the season made it special. And I loved it.

 

The pool will still be pretty to look at, and I will surely appreciate having a view of water outside the rumpus room. But my next swim will probably be next summer. Which is crazy, but true.

 

Stay cool, pool shark. Stay cool.

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