Standing in the Purple Rain
Two strangers meet fortuitously and form an intimate bond with each other
Monday morning, 7 am, I was at the early morning lane swim as I do three times a week. The usual group of swimmers were there. Some of them had been regulars for years and a few had just been coming recently. One had caught my attention from her first appearance. It’s not easy for women to look good in a pool, what with wearing a bathing cap, no makeup and the regulation one-piece suit, but she was the exception. She was...