Descriptive Essay - The Swimming Pool
The tiles were still dirty from the residue of chlorine and pittle combined into one thick layer of impossible gunk. This gunk surrounded the edge of pool right where the water met the lowest part of the tile and was even apparent underneath the shallow water fountain around the back end. The ring had been worn away in spots where the missus had got so fed up that she was gonna put an end to this "ring of filth" once and for all. A few times she had started, but had always found a broken nail or straying hair to become spontaneously obsessive about when her arm got tired of scrubbing.
The diving board had been broken several times since last summer and had become somewhat of a hazard to the youngins. Just looking at the double springs and abrasive sheath gave you the terrible vision of skinned knees and broken dives. Certainly God himself was not going to put an end to this instrument of destruction, so mister did... several times at that. This particular pool on the block was in bad need of a filter change and drainage.
Looking up from the bottom, swirls of minute waves mixed with morning rays and seemed to catch even the dimmest glow of light. Waving, slowly, slowly... The pool only seemed to look good when one was in it. That didn't make it bad or anything but you couldn't enjoy it fully until you stepped in and took a few laps. Actually, there were no steps so every encounter had to begin with a jump...