When we’re in Florida, I get to stare out at a pool when I work all day, until my son finally gets me to abandon my computer and venture in. (Mainly so I can throw the football with him. Yes, I can throw and catch a football.) At 92 degrees, it was bath-like and blissful. It’s funny, because until recently, my kids had only been swimming in outdoor pools a couple of times. Now, it’s such a huge treat having one right outside our door a few weeks a year. The condo complex has a bit of a retro feel too. Not exactly Miami Deco, or David Hockney mid-century modern, but with a similar vibe.
L. Tillman
