The air temp was 80 during the day, so fair weather friend indeed!
Trees were beautiful.
Already missing my favorite spot/view in the world.
From the center of the pond.
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Friday, September 30, 2016
Walden on September 17
So far this year, I swam on September 17.
I was headed to NYC for the next few weeks, so I'm still hoping for a nice bright, warm day or two. And for my cold water tolerance to build up.
Also, I saw Lynne Cox at the Harvard Bookstore.
She swam in 26 degree water, Swimming to Antartica.
She's an inspiration.
I was headed to NYC for the next few weeks, so I'm still hoping for a nice bright, warm day or two. And for my cold water tolerance to build up.
Also, I saw Lynne Cox at the Harvard Bookstore.
She swam in 26 degree water, Swimming to Antartica.
She's an inspiration.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
When the Water Feels Delicious
She swims when the air is getting cold, but the water has trapped the temperature of the sunny days.
If the water is clear enough, she will swim across enjoying every sensation.
If she were to take drugs to enhance her sensitivity, this is when she would do it.
She's not a smoker or drinker and is not addicted to anything else. Except maybe coffee. And frankly, if she has enough of it, all of her skin seems electrified.
It also makes her horny.
Another reason she likes to swim.
If it hasn't been mentioned yet in the story, let us reveal now that she reveals herself in the water. She loves swimming in the nude, or at the very least removes her top whenever she can.
As far as she knows, she is alone.
If the water is clear enough, she will swim across enjoying every sensation.
If she were to take drugs to enhance her sensitivity, this is when she would do it.
She's not a smoker or drinker and is not addicted to anything else. Except maybe coffee. And frankly, if she has enough of it, all of her skin seems electrified.
It also makes her horny.
Another reason she likes to swim.
If it hasn't been mentioned yet in the story, let us reveal now that she reveals herself in the water. She loves swimming in the nude, or at the very least removes her top whenever she can.
As far as she knows, she is alone.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
White Pond
There is a pond, as clear as Walden, with fish which may or may not nibble at your toes.
Built around it are a series of houses, with their backs to the water.
We swam across to another beach. Not bigger than Walden, deep but with no enchantment.
A rainy day visit.
Nothing I can imagine anyone writing a book about.
Built around it are a series of houses, with their backs to the water.
We swam across to another beach. Not bigger than Walden, deep but with no enchantment.
A rainy day visit.
Nothing I can imagine anyone writing a book about.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
The Pond Takes Away All Anger
Even when I don't imagine I have the strength, I find that I can swim.
The water may seem to be cold, but often it is warmer than the air.
I had one of those heart stopping moments as I checked my phone before I left it in the car. Richard was leaving me.
We aren't together. It was that I suddenly had a greater responsibility for something. It could turn great and eventually I was glad it happened.
But that moment, the bottom had dropped out.
Dive in and be like Greta Garbo at the end of Anna Christie. Look out over the water and think of nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
It took me some effort to get out into the middle of the Pond. But it was nothing to get back.
And I came back stronger.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Fairyland Pond
Maybe there are some Ponds that are not meant to be disturbed.
Not quite big enough, or deep enough to swim across.
Unless you are not human.
Leave it for the geese and ghosts.
Not quite big enough, or deep enough to swim across.
Unless you are not human.
Leave it for the geese and ghosts.
Monday, April 25, 2016
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