Throughout the years whenever I visited my grandparents I would routinely enjoy going early to the pool before the regulars came with their mahjong tiles, decks of cards, and their snacks in tow before leaving for the predictable early bird dinner which was decided upon after much rumination. It was my first morning at the pool when I noticed a woman doing water aerobics by herself.

She was attractive and looked to be a woman in her fifties. I would say she spent about forty-five minutes working out. Her routine looked methodical and very meditative. I was actually mesmerized watching her. She seemed to spend the same time doing each exercise routine. I was very impressed. When she got out of the pool I realized she was a trim attractive woman with long blond hair. She greeted me, making a comment about appreciating the warmth after leaving the frigid temperatures back north. I guessed her to be from New York also.

I went back to reading The Danish Girl. I had seen the movie and loved it. After drying herself off the woman took out a notebook and began to write. We were still the only two people at the pool. Her phone suddenly rang breaking the silence of the morning. She answered the phone and had what appeared to be a very animated conversation. To be honest, I stopped reading and eavesdropped.