gliding, patter,Lola

*Gliding through the pool in the near dark. The intense heat of the day has fled, the wind has died down, sags and wrinkles are semi-invisible and I know I will sleep well.

*The lovely patter between the doctor and nurse as they divert my thoughts from the impending injection. I count the seconds that the needle remains in my knees:3 seconds for the right, 4 for the left. And I am free to leave.

*Lola is coming for her first visit.