Cottage sock knitting memories from August. Leaving a Toronto heat wave for Lake Huron. The first thing I did when I got there was to put on my bathing suit, and get smashed by waves for a couple of hours. I was able to breath again. It felt like I stopped oozing and expanding into a heat where I couldn't tell where I stopped or started. I could feel my lines, my perimeter, my skin, my organs. My brain shifted back into focus. And then I came into the house, dishevelled, cool enough to wear a jacket, and I resumed sock knitting. what else?
Today is a sock day, cool, autumnal stirs, maybe rain. A summer of heatwave sock knitting, and I can finally enjoy the product. Yeah!