Nightswimming...Deserves a Quiet Night
I think I may have just had the most guiltily glorious swimming experience in my whole entire life. I had the pool all to myself on the 10th floor of this posh french hotel. It's this sort of pool that glows at night. Sided by windows, with a view of the Chicago skyline. I could see my reflection on the ceiling and it looked like a scene from Annie. I feel a little like an imposter here. My parents dropped me here by the airport so they could ensure my safe return (and maybe so that I wouldn't get into trouble in downtown Chitown). No one else seems to be in the building. It's eerie. I guess maybe Sunday night isn't a big business traveler night, or people actually here for business don't have time for frivolous things like swimming.