Strange, but after swimming at the Y Center pool, I began to miss something. Something that I never before associated with summer. Associated with the sun. Associated with the warmth.

After emerging from the heavily chlorinated pool, I missed the grit of lake swimming. I missed the surprise of finding a stowaway rock or shell in my swim trunks. I missed the sand scrapping against my skin. Even the bottom of the lake muck that often squished beneath my feet. The swimming amongst the fish and even the occasional duck.

I missed the summer along with all of its grit.