Euterpe (framethephrases) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-01-05 23:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint padraig, ukterpe |
WHO: Euterpe & Padraig
WHEN: Boxing Day afternoon
WHERE: Dublin, Ireland
WHAT: Swimmings!
Meet me at the pool in a half hour? I'll be inside already!
She'd sent the text in the early afternoon of Boxing Day, knowing that Padraig would be back from London and relaxed from his Christmas activities with his brothers. True to her word, Euterpe had gone to Christmas services to hear the singing and always felt like she was on a high for a few days after. It didn't matter that it was Christian and not Greek. All that mattered was that it was music, and that everyone listening and singing truly felt it.
And today Euterpe was going to feel something else: the excellence of swimming in a warm pool in the middle of winter with a new swimsuit. She did laps to start with, disappearing each time beneath the water and letting the heavy water muffle the loudness above. At the end of the lane she saw Padraig come through the door and grinned, pulling herself from the pool and trotting over towards him. (Certainly not running because that was against the rules. A tiny jog only.)
"Hi!" she said, pushing her wet hair back over her shoulders. "Merry Christmas! I'd hug you, but I'm a bit wet."