Room to breathe

I turned into a parking spot as close to the entry as possible.  Hooray! Let joy be undiminished! Fling wide the door! We are at the pool. 

And that’s when we noticed the very long school bus swing up as close to the entry as possible and fling wide IT’S door. Children poured out in an unending stream. It made me think of those old skits where people are climbing into a car on one side and clambering out the other or like a magician pulling an endless scarf from his sleeve. 

As we entered the pool, so likewise did an astonishing throng.  Extra lifeguards were on duty. They even brought in trainees!

The deep end was elbow to elbow.  The shallow zone, a giant splash and shriek zone. 

Optimistically , three lanes down the center were preserved until like soldiers breaching the castle wall, children gained a lane and another until a lone lane remained. But what a lovely lane it was. One long stretch of empty beckoning water. Chaos to the right and chaos to the left but before and behind was room to glide and turn and float and breathe.