The oddly soothing sound of a duck landing in water. The descent of droplets down the shower wall, a marathon of beads. Liquid comfort in a fresh cup of tea: warmth to the tongue, throat, heart, stomach. Wrapped in a blanket, fidgeting with her nails, a water-spun body inspirited by briny blue eyes.
The miracle of water in so many forms, dazzling my senses with sound, color, warmth, love. One Source. Boundless expressions. Fuck. This life is beautiful.