Deep Water

Miami 1999. I miss living here sometimes. I could jump over my apt terrace wall, walk ten yards and be standing on the edge of the pool. Swimming outside at night where the air temperature almost matched the water temperature seemed so alien to me but felt so familiar too.
It became an obsession at the time. I would look forwards to the sun going down. I could watch the people slowly leaving the pool from my kitchen table until eventually I had it all to myself.
Once a couple came up from the beach taking the back stairs that led up to the pool. First I could hear them arguing in the distance down on the beach. I stopped to rest and also nose in on the drama. As I lay half submerged I watched the argument come pool side. Tears streaming down her face, she yanked off her ring and hurled it into the pool.
Her boyfriend stood there completely helpless. As he peered into the deep water looking for the ring she continued to scream at him blaming him for what she had done.