After a hot day of unstacking a beautiful kiln load of pots, I took a quick pond swim. The immersion in the cold, still water was a moment to let go of gravity, thought, and language.
"The swimmer lets himself fall out of the day heat and down through a
gold bath of light deepening and cooling into thousands of evenings,
thousands of Augusts, thousands of human sleeps,"
--Anne Carson, Plainwater
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