ONE FOR THE ROAD
Saturation is the point at which no more can be absorbed. At this benchmark, you no longer feel it. Pursuit of perfection retains focus. You push through. Just one more drop. Soaked outerwear hangs heavily on your frame. Each step propels water through your toes. A clench of the fist spawns streams down your wrist. Just one more drop. It might be raining by this point, but you can’t tell, nor does it matter. Classic New England. Today’s warmth and rain are meaningless. Last week’s snow is nearly gone. If you don’t get it now, who knows when you will. Just one more drop. You land, but it wasn’t right. Try something else. It’s definitely raining now. Wiping water from your brow only furthers the problem. Back to the first trick. Just one more drop. Time streams by like water across your board. Maybe it can’t be done. You were close though. Frustration begins to overtake you, but the wet and the cold are held at bay. Just one more drop. Focus and blackout are now the same. Autopilot is on. You land and come to. As the water’s weight becomes apparent, you know it was right. Every drop counts.