It’s the end of July and the Summer feels hotter than the last. After the unbearable work week of coming home to an empty house and laying in front of the fan in my underwear, trying to forget summer blues & patiently waiting to live out the quintessential weekend dream: a cool dunk in a spring wearing barely any clothes - sounds damn close to nirvana. Sometimes the simple dream is right.
Swimming in the Springs outside of Tallahassee has been a liberating and renewing activity for me. I swim when I’m hot, frustrated, happy, bored, angry, sad, want to feel freedom etc. etc. Swim down deep, see how long you can stay suspended there breathless and weightless and still in a different world of blue. While coming to the surface the suns glittering refractions of light changes with the sky giving you reasons not to look back and already learning more about freedom and uncertainty than you thought you already knew.
This mix is a true burner for the lonesome adventurer. For days when Townes Van Zandt and Fred Neil are the only things that make sense. Days you find yourself staring out the car window after an afternoon of swimming, hot wind in your wet hair and lost thoughts. Feeling out the steps of contemplation and motions of solitude, while on the quest for experience and self knowledge into the unknown. You can never underestimate the power of your own emotion. You can never shut it out and deny it or fear it or run from it or let it take you under completely..
you gotta just swim with it.