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When I got out of my car, I heard a loud whooshing sound which was the water filling and rinsing the condominium's outdoor pool. I imagined the maintenance staff considering the air, the week of the month, weighing against probabilities of a surprise frost or cold snap, before nodding and deciding the season was ripe to turn the water back on. Even as I gather books from my passenger's side, the sound of the water could be the ocean lapping at the shore or a thousand finished corn stalks unified in April's hustling breeze.