I peered at a young couple at the swim-up bar from my position on the side. They were waiting to order, engaging in small talk with another couple beside them. The woman idly splashed a little poolwater onto the bar. Moments later he took the menu card and methodically raked the water back into the pool. She didn’t seem to object or even notice.

Thought of something to write about today, thought about it earlier about something earlier than that, something mundane, maybe intriguing the way mundane things can be, and I set about actually writing it now and realized: my God. It’s terrible. I’m not going to write that. And it’s a damn good thing I didn’t.