I didn’t become a Barton Springs addict until 2008,
after living in Austin, Texas since 1975.
I’m sorry it took so long.
Recently I learned that long before the pool was built
the Springs were used for purification rites by the Tonkowa Indians;
that explains some of the magic.
Before I get in, I sit near the edge of the pool
and let the power of the waters flow through me.
Without getting wet, I can feel that first plunge into the 70 degree water,
the inward gasp, sometimes a silent scream,
and then oneness with the flowing springs.
This is the one true thing in my life.
If I can come here every morning and immerse myself in this liquid,
then I am okay for the rest of the day.
This book is dedicated to Barton Springs:
Long may you run.