Writing exercise 2: A 200-word description of a place using all senses except sight - the pool at the YMCA

The concrete is hard and slick under my bare feet; I can feel each groove between the tiles as I walk. The smell of chlorine is almost overpowering thanks to the heat, but it’s such a good smell; clean and chemical. The racket is intense; the three dozen kids in here sound like a hundred as their splashes and screams echo. I sit on the edge of the pool and dip my feet into the water; it’s as warm as bath water and feels fantastic. I slide into it, chest deep, and the chlorine smell becomes so intense I can almost taste it. I lie back and float, kicking my feet gently to keep myself level, and everything is muffled as my ears go under water. My own breathing sounds very loud, and the rest of the world ceases to be important. I flip over and swim to the other end, enjoying the play of the water over my skin and the warmth of both water and air. I do a few more laps, but soon my sinuses start to burn from the intensity of the chlorine and I haul myself out of the water, wrapping my nice dry towel around me and heading back across the wet tiles to the locker room.