Aquaphilia Stories

A beautiful summer day in July, the temperature was almost perfect-not too hot and not too cold. An azure sky that had just a wisp of clouds with a small breeze. This is the way Laura liked to go swimming with her auburn hair and emerald eyes, ready to swim or more. A daily ritual to ease into the pool at a nice twenty-eight degrees Celsius always brought back that memory of her first time. The event that almost everyone...