I would call it Women Waiting, a watercolor by an unknown artist. Like a freeze frame in my brain, the image returns: seven women in bathing suits, bodies of odd shapes and sizes, stand ankle deep where pool meets wading area.
Poofy shower caps loosely cover hair, pops of color, a Q-tip bouquet. Their swimwear a collision of patterns: one striped suit, two polkadot, black solid, blue flowered, fuchsia print, faded green. Each wears a waist-belt PFD.
Ella stands tall, others gather round in a loose circle, facing the sunlight. It streams through vaulted windows, warms the large indoor space, deepens creases on aged faces.
They chat, some just listen, look steadily in the same direction. To the deep end.
Their class will start on time.
Photo: Raphaël Biscaldi on Unsplash