…other than barns?

The bathhouse at Spring Valley Pool as it was in its final Summer. Gone were the sounds of splashing water, lifeguard whistles, and the crackling PA. But the same building stood before me. I could fill in the blanks with my own memories, as everyone who knew this place could. It seemed very odd that this building could withstand so much quiet during the heat of a summer day. Like an old person, with much to say, and without anyone interested in listening, the bathhouse faded away.

Advertisements

About jamesyoungartist


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: