Saturday, November 20, 2010
Under the frosted panes
I love hotels with indoor pools! The smell of the chlorine, the echos of splashing water and squeals of joy -- it always takes me back to being a little kid when an indoor pool seemed like the epitome of luxury and opulence, royal even. It didn't matter if the rooms were uncomfortable and threadbare -- that hotel was a palace if it had an indoor pool. Tonight Ryan and I swam around under a giant glass dome with the full moon shining like a spotlight through the frosty window panes and we laughed like kids and had so much fun we got kicked out because it was too late. Yep, if I were a Queen, that's how I'd end every night, swimming in my pool protected from the elements, and I would just let the stress of each day float away in the wake of my wicked sidestroke.
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Well said. An indoor pool is like a moon bounce -- fun at all ages!
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