We were sitting on the edge of the pool, the water up to our calves. Late-summer evening air in Pittsburgh embraced fragrances of mown grass tinged with sunscreen, soundtracks of unseen birds chirping in the gentle breeze. Tiny bugs danced around our heads, unbothered. A broken branch drifted past our legs. We were too lazy to do our job and use the butterfly net to clear the pool of nature’s debris each night.
