Nightswimming

It seems there are dozens of things to talk about.  I get to my blog and feel such hesitation.  Here it is, Autumn, after a brief but welcome late appearance of summer heat.   My 40th birthday is next week.  The cherry tomatoes are like candy or jewels.      

This song always reminds me of a hot Southern Illinois Summer night in the late 90's.  I was vehemently single, working in a bookstore in the mall.  Had to do inventory late into the night, and the air conditioning was off for most of it.  Afterwards meeting with some friends and acquaintances and leading them sweaty and sticky down the half-mile or so wooded trail through spider webs and stray branches, risking encounters with snakes and other crawly things to cool off at Cedar Lake.  I remember the moon, the perfect relief of the water, the squishy mud underfoot, the vulnerability of being naked, and the intimate energy of a small group of people in their 20's nightswimming.