This year, for our only year, we had access to a community pool.  It took about 2 minutes to walk there, it was always safe and well cared for, and it made a 20-minute trip to the pool easily doable.


Like most signs of summer, Labor Day was the end of the community pool season, even though it was 95 degrees outside.  We made our last trip there on Sunday and it was the greatest hits of what my son has learned this summer.  Swimming underwater, swimming with floats, and big jumps.  The only thing it did not highlight was the quick friendships that happened at the pool.  Watching all the kids make eye contact and say a shy hello, the sharing of toys and the awestruck observation of the big kids.


There are many things about this strange amazing year that leave me joyful and sad at the same time.  The pool was such fun, but it was hard to explain that by the time the pool opens again our long, long vacation will be over.  It was a wonderful addition to this summer with no easy equal when we return home.


It has been a long time since I spent much time in contemplation of Taoism, but a couple of things have brought it to the forefront in recent days.  One is living with the black and white of the pool the closing for the season and closing that moment in our year, and how much I prefer that to the grey of never having had the chance to do it at all.