Andrew Denholm + David Wright

Hot Spring

Monday, April 27th, 2009


Atop a mountain range there lives a beast. Harsh conditions have diminished its reproductive possibilities. Whilst scavenging for sustenance, the skeletal beast discovers a hot spring. Curious, the beast touches the water. It recoils violently from the heat. It cautiously re-examines the geyser, thawing its fingers in the steam. For the first time in months, sensation floods through its hands. It repeats the process with its feet, its face, its rear; every inch of its body. A jovial energy courses through the beast.
An icy wind picks up, dampening the beast’s mood. It huddles closer to the hot spring, warily positioning its body in the mist of hot air. The experience lacks stimulation, so the beast tentatively touches the water once more, dipping its toe beneath the surface. This time the experience is pleasant, so the beast plunges its legs in. The jovial energy courses through the beast once more.
The icy breeze blasts again, chilling the beast’s spine and torso. The warmth in its legs makes its upper body achingly cold by comparison, so the beast slinks its whole self into the spring.
The wintry gust continues to whip across the beast’s eyes and ears, so the beast inhales a gulp of frosty air and submerges completely, surrendering its sensations. Warmth engulfs its entire body. Its ears, its nostrils, its mouth all fill with warmth. Even its eyeballs are warmed.

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Days pass. The beast remains in the spring.
Systematically it bobs its head up for air. Hunger becomes problematic. The beast ventures out of the spring several times but the bitter cold always forces it back to the water. The beast discovers lice amongst its hair which it ravenously consumes.
The beast dives to the bottom of the hot spring. There the water is even warmer. It swims as deep as it can before a lack of air forces it back to the surface. At the top, the water is comparatively chillier. The beast starts to shiver. It dives down to the warmer water once more, as far as it can go. It does not resurface.
Days pass. The beast remains in the spring.

Forest harvester

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