I would keep going if I could.
I tried.
And here, at the end of all things, I took a last dip in the water, now a comfortable 62 degrees. About halfway through the month it was 52 degrees and I can only guess how low it was when I first jumped in.
I will miss this state of being. I do not know if I will miss this particular place since it belongs to someone else, and there are so many other places like it that I want to explore now. I hope that I can do this again.
I want to go to the Northwest. I want to be in the woods for 3 months next time. I want to complete a full-length album. I want to do this after a year of touring. I don't care if it's my own band or just a gig playing drums that takes me away and into everything for that time. I want to tour after playing out in NYC and finding my true nature in performing. I want to play in Japan. I want to maintain this calm, which I think comes from understanding that it cannot be maintained and cannot be recreated.