Pool

My spirit’s awakened, my brain is asleep.

The Bathing Basin (1777), Hubert Robert

Last week I drove to the pool through a steady downpour. No one was parked in the parking lot. I let myself into the gate. No one was swimming. There were no kids and no lifeguards at the family pool. The rain was hitting the concrete and pelting the pool, steam was rising up and drifting east. I thought: Is this c…