Today I found The Place.
It was a quaint, cosy patio above the pool, at the spot nearest the two gushing fountains from which you can see individual water droplets get thrown up into the air and then fall back into the water with quick splashy sounds, if you are quick enough. It had tall exotic greenery that made bloom flowers the deepest blush of pink surrounding the area.
From where you sit, you are able to see the whole, vast pool, the towering man-made rocks and the lonely waterfall beside the noisy little playground in the water. And then, if you look carefully enough, you might just make out the other, grander waterfall at the other end.
I love weekdays. When it's a weekday, the whole pool is empty; free from the bustly pool life common only to Saturdays and Sundays. Only then is the patio a quiet place, filled with the wonders of nature and deep thoughts.
On a tall round table, sitting on a tall, grand deck chair, looking over the waters, with only the sound of water to break the silence, you feel like you can do anything.
After a full hour of (oh dear) Geography, I finally sat back and took in everything.
Why can't everyday be a day like this?
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