Monday, November 28, 2011

Better than a blue ribbon

After my swim today, somewhere between exiting the shower and drying my feet, a woman greeted me with bubbling enthusiasm. I see her often; we frequently exchange a joyful wordless greeting that seems to convey our mutual delight for the swimming pool and what it offers us.

"Excuse me," she began, then switched to her native tongue, her bright eyes revealing heaping praise. I had no idea what she was trying to tell me, but her eagerness and obvious pleasure held my attention. Her daughter soon appeared from the pool deck and stepped in to interpret.

"Mother says she saw you swimming and you are the best! She said you are a beautiful swimmer."

As if the blissful swim itself need be any more divine.

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