The Story Hour
“MAGGIE’S FAVORITE day of the week. And here they were, ushering in the weekend with her favorite activity. She and Sudhir had been coming for open swim to the campus pool every Saturday for at least the past six years. As she closed her eyes and floated on her back, Maggie felt the sun on her face, filtered through the large skylight, and the tight muscles in her aching neck sang and blessed her as they released. Around her, she heard the muffled sounds of the Carpenters’ “For All We Know,” the distant screams of the kids splashing in the shallow end, felt the disturbance in the water that the other swimmers created. None of it bothered her or even registered. This was her time. The intrusions of the world, its clatter and chatter, would have to wait. The lapping water, the cathedral ceiling, the sun pouring in through the skylights: Maggie felt as if she had waited all week for this moment, that she’d earned it. For one merciful hour, she could silence her thoughts, as if switching o...ff an alarm clock.MoreLess
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