“So sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.”

― May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

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This is the closest I got to water this summer, except for that one day. That one day when I took a brief 15 minute swim, alone. A summer passed, with me on the shore, yearning but unable to ask for more. I see this so clearly now as summer fades and I walk into autumn. Ask for more I tell myself once again. NO, demand it.