As suburban children we floated at night in swiming pools the temperature of blood; pools the color of Earth as seen from outer space. We would skinny-dip, my friends and me …
1,000 Years (Life After God) by Douglas Coupland
There is nothing quite like swimming on a hot muggy night in South Florida. The water tempurature is just right—enough to cool you off without having to suffer getting used to the tempurature.
Heaven.
And it's nice to have a friend like Mark [1] who allowed Spring, [2] Greg and I to swim in his pool at midnight.