The water was warm, i thought, as i dipped a foot into the pool. The
sun beat down harshly on my dark hair. It was almost giving me a
headache. But, I sat there under the sun anyways. The day was just
too beautiful to go inside.

It was quiet, and thoughts turned to anything but what I had to do
inside the house. The cleaning of clutter in a room that was the
size of a tin can could wait. I mean, come on, how many times can
you sit SILENTLY by the pool. No kids, no one, to bother you.

I could have cried when I saw I had killed some of the tadpols. I
guess the cold water was a shock to them? I sighed, and lit another
cigarette. I closed my eyes, and soaked in the sun, still thinking.

The breeze came to a stop, and silence was even more golden. It was
if I was the only one alive. And then another thought came to mind.
I would be lonely if I were the only one alive. The silence would be
unbearable. Childrens laughter would be missed. The constant yelling
from the neighbor, that too would even be missed.

I walked back into the house, wet feet leaving marks on the floor. I
turned on the music in my tin can room, and shoveled through the
mess, so I could see my floor once more.