This is my one week between the time all the kids are in school, and the pool is closed for the season.
It is glorious.
The sun is glorious.
There is much to do, always, but this is a moment of rest, and breathing, and “vacation”.
I realized that I had not been to this pool, which I used to visit everyday, since my father died.
That’s how hard the last few years have been.
But I came today, with some Hebrew homework and a book, just for a short break, and felt at peace.
It is as if I am finally entering a season of living again, after surgeries and the deaths of my parents and miscarriages.
I am breathing, and breathing is good.