The Changes of Seasons

Bruno was sitting in the yard of the estate, gazing at the new pool he had installed within the back, the depth of the pool was more than enough to meet the Olympic ratings as a dive pool in his past life, while its length and width met that of a lap pool of equal size.

However, this pool was grand, decorated with large baroque style fountains on the edge, and slides that plunged passed the fountain's spouts and in to vast pool from below. A seemingly flawless hybrid of practical fun and craftsmanship with the absolute elegance and artistry of a more noble past.

Spring had come and melted away the snows, and for Bruno the temperature was more than adequate to sit on an inflatable tube with a beer in one hand, and while wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks.