The water was muddy the day we waded from the shore and into the lake. The soft moss strings wrapped our ankles like tentacles and the rocks’ sharp edges bit at our toes, making our knees buckle. We were laughing, folding our arms across our chests to stay warm though how could we in water that cold? A habit, I suppose. A display of preservation.
This really encouraged me to remember consider the sensory experience of going out into the cold and the unknown. "You re-entered your skin" is language I've never heard, and it feels so true to my own experiences. - And thank you so much for mentioning my Substack! I figured I'd give it a try :)
Bracing and beautiful! I was right there with you entering the water. Living in a place with a long and cold winter, the first outing in warm weather can feel like an awakening after slumber. Very relatable. Thanks!
This really encouraged me to remember consider the sensory experience of going out into the cold and the unknown. "You re-entered your skin" is language I've never heard, and it feels so true to my own experiences. - And thank you so much for mentioning my Substack! I figured I'd give it a try :)
Bracing and beautiful! I was right there with you entering the water. Living in a place with a long and cold winter, the first outing in warm weather can feel like an awakening after slumber. Very relatable. Thanks!
'there is no greater message except for the one you choose to take away for yourself.' <- my favorite kind of writing
Lovely crisp writing. A pleasure to read and imagine.
This gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous piece of writing. Thank you 💖