Bummer: Swimmers ...

 ... Beached.

It doesn't look it, but the water in this section 

of the Riviera Club pool is three feet deep.

When I got off the bus at the club's entrance, I felt

light raindrops on my face. I looked west,

towards the Speedway area and the clouds were

dark, filled with rain. I remembered "Indy 500"

telecasts from years ago, when the announcers would

have occasion to say, "It's raining in Terre Haute,"

about 70 miles away, and know we had about 

an hour before the front reached us.

Saturday morning, as I walked up the drive,

the clouds were in Speedway, only about 

five minutes from the pool. The shower 

turned into a nice thunderstorm, 

trapping about a dozen people,

who're not ordinarily averse to being wet,

under the veranda, away from flashes of lightning

and thunder. For about an hour folks chatted, then went 

their separate ways, some to find an indoor pool, 

others to wait until Monday afternoon.

Warm Glow, Cold Breeze

It was really chilly this morning. 

I decided to stop at a coffee shop between buses 

on my way to my Saturday morning swimming session.

At the coffee shop, I had a lox and bagel sandwich

for breakfast, a treat I savor. 

The buses were all on detour due to a special event

and, needing time to find the stop for the diverted route,

I left the shop about fifteen minutes early.

I saw the buildings surrounding the Circle bathed

in warm, early morning sunlight that contrasted 

sharply with the cold gusts of wind 

swirling through the city streets. 

Last Day of Summer

Friday, the last full day of summer, began prettily enough, 

casting its rays on this Speedway patio, then was banished by 

a cold front that brought chilly winds, torrential rain,

and enough hail that it looked like 3 inches of

snow stacked outside my back door.