Cold, Wet, Alive
It was raining hard when I reached the Eibsee lake near Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Bavaria, Germany. The cloud was low, already beginning to consume the trees on the far shore of the lake. There was hardly any colour to the landscape, only dark shades of grey and black dominated the scene.
As I looked up to the sky, my eyes failed to find a focal point. I was staring into a vast void, a sky without texture or form. A grey wall of nothingness.
Rain ran down my face, creeping along my chin, then down my neck. The cold freshness of the rainwater seem to suck out the little remaining body heat I had left. I shivered suddenly, keeping my pose, letting the rain saturate my skin. Nature was reminding me that being alive means being in the moment. Here and now. Cold, wet, alive.