Pure bliss.
The last time I had been floating in a pool was in 2015 in Santa Monica after some handyman work, in the middle of those wildfires that were raging on not so far away. The sky was filled with smoke and the sun was red.
Nine years later I’m in the crisp morning desert air, listening to water glistening around my body before being hit by triple-digit temperatures drying me out in an instant. Sunscreen and coffee smell.
I want to be back already.