We said it was coming all week. As of today, it's up.

No trail this time, no wildflowers either. Just Evelyn, a lake at sunrise, and the kind of cold that makes you gasp on the way in and laugh on the way out.

She went in anyway. Wrapped in nothing but a towel afterward, hair still dripping, goosebumps she never tried to hide, more breathless than posed. It's the last real swim of the season and she knew it going in, which is probably why she didn't think twice.

Some things are worth the cold.

Full set is live on Fanvue now. Bring a towel of your own.