Sunday. Two hours in the resistance pool, the lazy river, at New Berlin. Plenty of time to notice things.
The male lifeguard looks like he could be in a boy band or a future boy toy — hair parted on the side, a definite, full flip.
A woman wearing perfectly fit black shorts with a nice line at the top of her thigh, beautiful thighs, a white beaded ankle bracelet, long reddish-brown hair.
The swim instructor has a long blue t-shirt that comes down to mid thigh, when she pulls up the hem, you can tell that she’s wearing a salmon colored swimsuit, hair pulled back in a bun, earrings, large mostly green tattoos on her thighs.
The girl lifeguard just yawned, twirling her whistle by the string. A tiny baby — perfect proportions, just little — crawling all the way up the steps to the jungle gym.
The waterfalls have been turned on in the splash field. A boy and dad exit the whirlpool. Both shake their heads and tug at their shorts the same way. I thought the dad said “sammy sugar” to get the boy’s attention. Later I realized the boy is mentally challenged. This happy teenager is having so much fun in the water. Hairy guy. Full black beard, blue goggles on his head, board shorts also in black. Whole black bear, front and back fur.
A complete cornucopia of sight and sound, warm chlorine in the air. Maybe I couldn’t see Tim because I subconsciously thought my brain would over-describe him. I can see these people. I can see them too well.
Boy band lifeguard is back. Chewing gum.
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