As the sun heads higher into the sky each passing day and daylight stretches into the evening hours, it's time to heed David Byrne's (Talking Heads) seminal call to action - "Take me to the river... drop me in the water."
I yearn to scream, yet I must hold my breath. Even if I were to open my eyes, I would see nothing. I'm suspended in a vortex that overpowers my senses. I don't know which way is up. I have 45, maybe 60 seconds to figure it out, or I will die.