The sublime joy of sunning oneself after a swim, courtesy of my uncle Mike and aunt Nancy. Usually our pool experiences happen indoors on foggy days, so to get to lay out in the sun for a spell on a carpet of grass … she was in heaven, and I could hear the siren song of the suburbs, whispering, “Look at all this grass to run on, these pools to play in, these homeless crack hos not to deal with ….”
