It’s another scorcher with predicted temperatures hovering above the 90s. The only place to be in the blistering heat is our city pool. The boys and I slip on our suits, grab some towels and go.
Through the pool’s front doors, they race directly towards the water. I see their demeanor change as soon as their feet splash into the cool, clear water. The heat makes them cranky. Which makes me cranky. It’s not a great combination.
Settling into a white Adirondack chair, a friend and I visit while our kids play in the water. A little girl dashes by and tosses her damp towel in a heap near my feet.
I pick up the towel, shake it and hand it to dry on the back of an adjacent chair. No matter how hot, it’s still nice to have a dry towel when you need one.