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.
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