Three Minutes

You took the plunge and it is was cold as they say it would be. It is finally enough and you climb the ladder up and out of the lake. Start the clock.

Three minutes.

The air is not the water and that is welcome. You are not hot nor cold but simply are. Soft drops of rain fall on your skin. Fog rolls over the still water and into the trees climbing up the mountains.

Feeling returns and cold starts finding ways in. Three minutes is up. Three minutes of simple existence. Sandals back on it is only a short pilgrimage, this time to the heat of the cedar tinged sauna heat.