A story for Fiona ... who lives in far far away Paris amongst those -who -are -French.
there was once a boy who dived deep into the local swimming pool ... the pool was surrounded by dry dry rocks and searing heat in summer ... though some Winter nights it was got cold the top froze over. This story is from Summer though, so we don't have to worry about human bodies crunching themselves on the top layer as they dive in ... at the bottom of the pool he sat and wondered . . .
people move in slow motion underwater ... little kids all waggle their legs; folks dive in a make beautifully graceful parabolas with their entire body ...
to think this basin of liquid sits amongst stones that haven't felt water on them for months ... there was a hose poking over the side.
evaporation must account for some of the loss of water in this pool, thought the boy ... he sat on the bottom looking up at the feet of kids wearing floaters as they splashed silently by above. The boy looked down at the bottom of the pool and thought ... of course they could always fix that hole in the bottom that leaks about 44'000 litres a day into the artesian basins deep below.
That artesian basin is where we get our drinking water from ...
and have you seen what those little bloody kids do in this pool??
1 comment:
those dirty dirty little splash folk!! But how could those so wriggly possibly be aware of the consequences of relaxing just a little bit as desert sun warmed water envelopes their wiggly little bobbing bodies?
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