It's the thrill you felt as a child when exploring the woods with your dog, before the ways and means republic tainted your consciousness. Feeling has if you have no choice, you remove your clothes and walk onto the stage. The moon spotlights you as you enter the river. Luminous daggers stab you. The cold awakens you.
Waters embrace, life.
Your heart wants to break with the feeling, the glory. Redemption, you're experiencing redemption. The ritual of entering water will remain in your life. The ritual that organizes psychic chaos through physical fact. The ritual that always returns you to hope.