Standing here, the axiomatic-yet-lyrical expression I sought revealed itself, clear and strong. Part of a song everyone but one guy heard me crooning lo, these 25 years.
Funny how that guy loved boats, but I never loved that guy.
I mean, you know. Evidently.
Today, Fifille & I went to women's-only hours at the legendary Russian & Turkish Baths. I loved every minute of it. I could not believe how stupefyingly hot the main sauna was. It is said that it is kept at over 200F.
I can't know the exact temperature. What I can say is that sitting there, I kept feeling the reflex of wanting to snatch back from the hot thing burning me but what was searing my flesh was just the air all around me. Honestly, a world with no need for cutting is what that is. If we lived here, I would be there every single week. I can not believe I'd never been! The time I could have saved in anguish!
Also, in my usual bathhouse round-robin of sauna/shower/rest/steam room/cold pool/rest (but way more hot than usual), I realized it was time to stop for the day when I noticed for the first time the sign inscribed above the plunge pool which read NO DIVING but in that moment I thought it read NO DYING. Ahahaha! Time to clean up & head out!
That guy could be focused on 21 years of his low water bill is what, I can tell you.
I felt so effing fantastic when we left. Just rebuilt, reborn, gleaming. Runaround time with my favorite & best like no one has seen since we were teenagers isn't hurting the reconstruction. More later, like normal, a page-turner! xoxoxxx