Photo Source: Pixabay Learning to Swim   In the white sun, we chased coins tossed by our parents into the pool.   Nickels and dimes under the cool water glittered like glass, like praise, tempting us:  hold your breath just a little longer.   A young man tugs his tight gray tie, riding the elevator to a small desk  in his father’s company. A woman scrubs a plate, staring out her  kitchen window as an infant wails.   They’re diving again. Chasing coins. Both of them, too deep, lungs burning....