Wet Dewey Grass

when i was 18 i went to a party with a friend and the lifeguards from the swimming pool where he worked in the summer. in the middle of the night a bunch of us walked from the house where the party was, accross a golf course to the pool where some of them worked. we took off our clothes and swam. a couple people who had just met started making out in the pool. we are all splashing around in cool but not cold water, and a very clear mid summer night. we were probably only there for 20 minutes, but it seemed infinite...until the police showed up.

we all scattered, most of us leaving our clothes behind, and running, uphill through a dewey-wet fairway. we got back to the house and we realized that my friend had lost his driver's licences, which meant the police might find it in/near the pool...so we went back!

the police were rummaging through the clothes and nochalantly talking on their walkie talkies...my friend had gone to one end of the pool, behind the bushes, and from the other end of the pool behind some other bushes i could see him pointing to the bottom of the pool...the police were closer to him. so i got up, slipped into the pool, dove down, recovered his license and got out.

just as i thought i was getting back to the bushes safely one of the poice saw me, and i ran. my friend saw what had happened and so as the police got near me he let out a hilarious noisy yell and they stopped and went over in his direction...but he was already running. his funny noise bought us about 5-10 seconds of running time. by the time they cleared the bushes and pointed their flashlights we were flying up the hill, in soaking wet boxers, me clutching my friend's driver's license.

we had just run the hill once and it was late and of course we had been drinking. earlier in the day we had run a couple dozen 220 sprints and so i wasn't sure if our legs would make it. we flew up the hill, in barefeet, with the wet dewey grass beneath us at every step, and i realized that for about half the 5 minute run i was looking up at the stars, it was so clear that night (but fortunately for us, no moon)...i looked over at my friend and he was looking up at the stars too...and for a moment we couldn't feel our feet.

we got back to the house OK and drank a few more beers...