An exercise in color

Delicate white flowers stretch through the chain-link fence like prisoners.

The cold, shimmering pool water sent a shock through my ankles at first, but as I stepped in up to my thighs, it was a cooling wash to strip me of the sweat of the day. I listened to the hum of the heater inside the locked maintenance room and the dock birds complaining of the orange-yellow tinted heat of the air outside. The water distorted and silver bubbles rose quickly to the surface and popped as I swirled my leg through the silky water. The wind turned white and gray and swooped up my hair into a gentle float, spinning in circles around me as I adjusted to the coolness. A frog sounded close-by, then silenced, satisfied. I stared over the beautifully rusted porcelain rails to the docks, hinges straining passively, and wondered how hot it really was.