Life, with the garden
Location: Gnesta, Sweden • • • Visit: August 2013
I feel frustrated, about many things, the blog, university, time. I want it to rain, heavily, as if the sound of the drops against the roof of the summer cottage would make the inner tensions feel less acute.
The sun went down hours ago but still it’s warm outside. Not Budapest warm, no, maybe not even Sarajevo warm – but still. The air doesn’t bite my cheeks. It is a light caress.
I decide this frustration needs to come out. So, I simply undress, put my fleece bathrobe on and walk down to the lake, my head torch lighting my way. I quietly glide into the water, stark naked and somewhere up in the sky, the stars of Big Dipper are looking down on me. The water is almost completely still, the world a quiet place. A lonely car drives by on the road across the lake, I see the lights far away in the distance but can’t hear the engine.
A midnight swim is a good thing when frustration is what’s bothering the mind. It washes it out, clean away, floating off on the small ripples of the black water.
Sleeping after that is as easy as breathing.
Katja Malmborg 