Postcard #95: Cold #6
Cold #6 US-3967985
COPYRIGHT © 1993 BY EDITIONS DE LA MARTINIERE.
PHOTOGRAPHER: HANS SILVESTER
FROM CATS IN THE SUN (CHRONICLE BOOKS, 1994)
Swimming now…though I could barely define what I was doing
as that. My feet could not touch the river bed. My clothes were heavy, and
offered a very convincing argument that I should try and see how deep the river
actually was…The water was moving very fast. It was freezing and full of sharp
edges. Edges of ice that would catch me all about the face and neck as I gasped
for breath. Coughing now. The ice is breaking into pieces and my head collides
with it. I couldn’t catch the icy shoreline and keep myself afloat. Through my
clenched teeth I was bleeding sputtering diluted river water. Tired now. I was
easier to swim while under water…while not being assaulted by the ice sheet.
Drowning now…though when did I start? My legs were touching the floor of the
river. Slippery rocks. More shallow than I thought. I did not have much farther
to go…It was almost time to sleep.
Transcribed by jjwood687
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Cold Series:
Part 1
Part 2
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