by Kali

Sunlight glitters off the water, the clear aquamarine water. Better than any tropical sea, for there are no dangerous fish in these waters. The sun is rising, poking it’s glowing yellow head over the top of the tall, black-green cypresses, which in their turn are bordered by telephone wires and honeysuckle vines. The vines are covered with vivid orange blossoms, filled with that sickly-sweet nectar. The water, clear blueish water, is surrounded by cement, white and drier than the equally white concrete inside the pool. It looks inviting… you could almost dive in, and you feel as though, were you to swim through the clear waters on this light, hazy morning, the water would be warm. But it’s cold; frozen in everything but fact; and the air is nearly as cool. Looks can be deceiving; even the looks of a pool of water surrounded by cypress trees on a morning in early spring.

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