She glances down at the edge of the lake and laughs.
“Look, there’s ice along the shore! Wonder what it would feel like to dive right in?”
“It’s early April, E., the water must be freezing!” I reply.
E. looks over her shoulder and winks at me.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid to get in?” she asks.
“Afraid? No. Just that water that cold is dangerous.”
She crosses her arms in front of her and lifts her sweater over her head. Then she unbuckles her belt and slips her jeans down.
“What are you doing?” I ask, incredulous.
“Do you need to ask?” she says.
She continues removing her clothing until she is standing stark naked beside the car, her clothes tossed into the front seat. Her white skin shines in the overcast light, her breasts large and heavy, her skin tight with goose bumps. I stare at the scut of her dark pubic hair.
She laughs, then turns and jogs down the path to the edge of the lake. I stand there like a little boy, feeling silly.
“Come on!” she shouts. “What are you waiting for?”
I think she is nuts. I know she is nuts, because no one in their right mind would take off their clothes in this weather, and even more nuts for considering going for a swim in ice water. And yet, watching her, waving her arm from beside that grey, wild looking lake, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.
She stops waving and turns toward the lake. Naked and pale, I shiver just imaging how cold the water must look to her. Then she steps forward and dives in.
The ice is paper thin and shatters with the impact of her body slipping through. I see her buttocks angle toward the sky like the back of a dolphin and then disappear in the metal grey waves. For a moment the surface of the water closes over her and a stunned silence follows, then, a few meters further out, her head breaches and she is shouting, screaming for joy, waving her arms wildly. She arches back and dives in again, a pale seal playing in the water.
I stand there hesitant, knowing a thing or two about hypothermia and just how dangerous these water are. I’m not just being cowardly. But one of the things about E., why I love her and feel such great joy with her, is that she know a thing or two about being alive. I have never met anyone who takes her daily experience with life so firmly by the horns.
“Hey! You going to let a GIRL outdo you? Water too cold for you?”
Okay, that does it! I throw off my clothes and, tiptoeing over the sharp rocks and feeling the cold wind slap my skin, dance down to the edge of the lake. A stray wave laps over my bare foot and sends me leaping back. Damn cold! E. is waving from the water, but looking decidedly less glowing.
“Hurry up! I can’t stay in here much longer!” she shouts.
Taking a deep breath and jump forward and sink up to my thighs in the freezing waves. The water is so cold it takes my breath away. I stand for a few seconds, breathing hard.
“Nice view!” E. shouts.
“Give me a sec,” I shout back.
Taking another deep breath I wade further out letting the water engulf me up to my chest. The cold hurts, like an angry hornet, gripping my naked body in an iron vise. Nothing to do but to go for it. I close my eyes and leap.
The world crashes about my ears, crushing icy fingers gripping my temples and scalp, bubbles frothing like soda, my limbs dashing through it like knives, and all the while, behind it all, I can hear the thumping of my heart. A hot drum working in the gelid darkness. Somewhere I rise and break free, gasping for air, and a wild, uncontrollable glee bursting from my lungs.
E.’s fingers and arms, then the rounded warmth of her torso and legs, find me and cling to me. Our bodies entwine, seeking communion in a cold indifference. Our lips press together, hungry, laughing, our teeth bumping, our tongues pressing together.
I can’t stop shouting, and treading the water together, we revel in the splashing and bobbing of the waves. We spy another couple strolling by and pausing for a moment to stare at us before hurrying on. We whoop with laughter after they are gone.
“I’m really getting cold, M,” says E. “Let’s get back to the car.”
We dog paddle back to shore and holding hands rush back to the car. The air feels almost warm after the lake. E.’s lips have turned blue and she is shivering. I retrieve a big towel from the trunk of the car and vigorously rub E. down. We get in the car and turn on the heater, splaying our hands in front of the vent to feel our blood tingle back to life.
“Phew!” mumbles E. “That was really crazy!”
It takes a long while for the warmth to course back into our veins, but we are feeling drugged with warmth by the time our car pulls into her apartment driveway.
“I could really use a hot shower,” I say.
E. leans over and kisses me, hard. “How about a nice, long hot bath together?”
13 replies on “Hot Bath”
full of Wonder
and the hot chilly thrill
of skinny dipping
out of season
I loved it
Amazing! I could feel that heart-stopping. breath-catching shock of the cold water, stuck in an old memory, as I read your story. Wonderful. Glad to have you back, butuki!
Wow that sounds like fun!
It is dangerous, but I still remember the delight of plunging into a glacier pool with Martha on a roasting hot day after hours of climbing in the Cascades. Nothing more wonderful. Sure, you can die, but there are worse things :->
oh wow that was gorgeous . . . thank you so much . . . yes! 🙂
Great story. I remember trying to swim on the Maine coast one time in the middle of July – the water was much warmer than what you’re describing, I’m sure, but it was still damned cold!
What a happy story! And it’s so good to see you back. Like Dave, the coldest water I ever swam in was off the Maine coast – in summer. I thought my heart was going to stop, and it took a LONG time in the shower later to get warm. But I’m glad I did it.
Fantastic. Joyful. Sizzling 🙂
Wow – what a beautiful story! You were writing this one with a lot of power – the pictures you created in my mind were very vivid and strong… is there more where this one is coming from? It felt like part of a longer piece.
And as far as sharing cold water stories goes, the Colorado on a September day with outside temps in the 35C range. I jumped in without checking how cold it was and it was… breathtaking.
Great writing, Butuki.
Great story, too.
Sorry to take so long to reply. Oi weh, but it’s getting hard to sit and simply write in the blog these days. I keep getting distracted by things off the computer, which I guess is a good thing, no? It’s just that I also miss talking with all of you…
This story comes from way back in 1990, with a woman with whom I had been discussing getting married to. In many ways she changed my life. But times being very hard and needing to find work as a architect after five years of unsuccessful attempts at full time work, I returned to Japan (which also didn’t work out). Long distance relationships rarely work out, and this was no different. And I just wasn’t ready at the time (meaning I wasn’t really mature enough) to deal with a marriage, so looking back now breaking up with her was a good thing, but at the same time I look back and often wonder what we could have had together.
Yeah, those “what if” thoughts…
And i would need to be beyond in love to jump in that cold a water 🙂
good t see you post again Butuki-san.
I have no idea when Afro-Eric is going to post your interview. I think he is having some website problems.