I did a thing this past weekend.
I took a short hike into the mountains to a waterfall, stripped down to my underwear, and stood under it for as long as I could, which, for those of you who may be wondering, wasn’t very long.
More than the cold, what surprised me at first was the impact of the water on my head. Though the water flow wasn’t very heavy, the height from which it fell was significant enough to make it really slam into me.
After that, the cold quickly set in and ten seconds or so later, I had the worst case of brain freeze (like some people get from eating snow cones and Slushies too quickly) I’ve ever had. It was completely unbearable.
Despite the pain, I’m eager to do it again, and plans are set for another round of snowmelt bathing in March.
(1)
this tiny street
in the eyes of my son
an entire universe
(2)
intoxicating
the smell of perfume
in an empty room
(3)
the vacant lot
covered in frost
a morning bride
(4)
rainwater
running between houses
children play
(5)
beyond the temple
the landscape marked by
billowing smokestacks
(6)
climbing the stairs
your little hand in mine
moments frozen in time
(7)
together we sit
between day and night
a kind of blue
As always, thank you for reading.