Pool Story

I remember going up to the pool around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. Or sometimes immediately after waking up. Strolling down the corridor barefoot, through the door, past the gym, and up the stairs. In the bright afternoon sun, the pool looked as blue as the sky. I would take a quick dip, then lie on my towel and settle down for a snooze or enjoy the company of a good book. Sometimes I would spy on the people and cars crossing the William Jolly Bridge, wondering who they were and where they were heading to. I'd look towards the city, where the shops called out invitingly but the lure of my pool was irresistible.

Sometimes I'd head to the pool in the evenings and there'd be a crowd sitting by the pool, savouring a drink or tossing a ball around. Other times I'd go with a friend or two and enjoy a chat and the company. We'd muck around with a ball or practice doing flips or play silly games. Once our ball sailed over the railing and landed on the ground 4 stories below. A helpful passer by picked it up and attempted to kick it up to us. The ball ended up stuck in a tree. After much prodding and cursing, my friend managed to get the ball back. He then attempted to kick the ball back up to me. His foot connected sweetly with the ball and it flew up, away from my waiting hands and landed on the roof of the hotel next door.

But that's another story.