At the ball field the other night, a sudden, loud whoosh was followed by squeals of delighted children.
The source of sound and squeal proved to be the township water tower, venting water forcefully from an outlet designed for such purposes.
As adults moved vehicles from a semi-flooded lot, children soaked themselves and each other with abandon.
Like the beach, children swiped and battled incoming waves, adults stepped back, warily watching the water they too, once welcomed.
Adults don’t care much for inundation, whether as water or worldly weight. Children can’t pull themselves away. I’ll take waves to a beach chair any day.
Water towers, intentionally built to increase the pressure of water in our lives. At least they have pressure valves.
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