I found this on my computer and I can't remember what it means, but I like it.
There is a little girl standing at the edge of a swimming pool, and her water-wings are crooked and her lifejacket doesn’t fit. It is early in the afternoon, and the sunlight is watery and the concrete is white and the water is tepid and there are leaves on the surface that are rocking like little boats made of what leaves are made of. There are lawn-chairs on the deck and a tall and empty lifeguard’s seat, which has a rescue ring dangling from it and a red cross painted on the back. There is no one in the pool because of the tepidity and the leaves, and there is no one on the deck because the lawn-chairs are rusted and the concrete is white and hot and a sign on the fence that surrounds the deck says “No Shoes”. The little girl is standing on the red rim the surrounds the edge of the pool, where water has splashed up and made the surface cool and wet and slippery. It is quiet because it is hot and bright and tiring. “You would have done it last summer when the water was tepid and the deck-chairs were old and there was nobody watching,” says a little voice in her ear. So she cries and goes home.