Chapter 1
The lonely man. The artist. The hermit. His eyes are closed and he’s under the lake’s water. He has his arms spread out like Jesus on the cross, fully naked, almost twelve feet under Lake Samoy’s surface. He relaxes here, holding his breath, finding his Zen. It becomes a soulful exercise for him, an action that he practices almost every day, sometimes even twice a day when the weather is fair. This endeavor is his form of yoga, the means of calming his inner self and reducing his blood pressure. It is a cleansing of sorts for his body and mind, a powerful anecdote to the madness in everyday life—his method of fitness.
It’s cool in the lake water; a liquid blanket pulled up and over his skin, caressing every part of his body. It is a time of healing for Nebraska Close, healthy f
