Water is such a mystery
I get lost in my thoughts sometimes at work while the kids run and splash through the stuff. I watch it's clear and smooth beauty ebb and flow.
How important water is to us, what would the planet look like if none existed. How would we find refreshment? It seems water is our only way to find this sensation.
We feel new after a shower.
We feel recharged after a tall glass.
We feel calm as it taps the roof.
Water, I think about the ocean from last week...
I think about how it sloshes up and down in the small pool in the playground. I think about how strange it feels on our skin. What else feels like water...it isn't sticky, it has no limitation of shape or form. It can be separated and combined so easily that it's hard to even define where some ends and more begins. Maybe water is one thing. Weather in a rain barrel, a dog bowl, or an iceberg, it is all part of the same collection eventually it all goes to the clouds and returns again.
It's beautiful to look at.
I think about the ozark Bea and I swam in while we stayed at that cabin. I couldn't get over the beauty of the vastness. I've seen water before. In countless cups and showers but something is different about the sun setting on this huge collection of water surrounded by healthy green trees and the woman I love in the water with me. I scoop her in my arms the water has a mysterious power of making her lighter It's as if she is in my arms and yet flowing freely. I hold her there she is laid back eyes closed chin tilted up her hair freely flowing in the water joining the rhythm of the wake. I drink in the moment, the sun, the sky, the trees, the lake, the woman, that was a good moment, my skin felt refreshed and peaceful in the chest high water.
Thank you for water God. What a mystery.
Andrew Bird - Roma Fade
I get lost in my thoughts sometimes at work while the kids run and splash through the stuff. I watch it's clear and smooth beauty ebb and flow.
How important water is to us, what would the planet look like if none existed. How would we find refreshment? It seems water is our only way to find this sensation.
We feel new after a shower.
We feel recharged after a tall glass.
We feel calm as it taps the roof.
Water, I think about the ocean from last week...
I think about how it sloshes up and down in the small pool in the playground. I think about how strange it feels on our skin. What else feels like water...it isn't sticky, it has no limitation of shape or form. It can be separated and combined so easily that it's hard to even define where some ends and more begins. Maybe water is one thing. Weather in a rain barrel, a dog bowl, or an iceberg, it is all part of the same collection eventually it all goes to the clouds and returns again.
It's beautiful to look at.
I think about the ozark Bea and I swam in while we stayed at that cabin. I couldn't get over the beauty of the vastness. I've seen water before. In countless cups and showers but something is different about the sun setting on this huge collection of water surrounded by healthy green trees and the woman I love in the water with me. I scoop her in my arms the water has a mysterious power of making her lighter It's as if she is in my arms and yet flowing freely. I hold her there she is laid back eyes closed chin tilted up her hair freely flowing in the water joining the rhythm of the wake. I drink in the moment, the sun, the sky, the trees, the lake, the woman, that was a good moment, my skin felt refreshed and peaceful in the chest high water.
Thank you for water God. What a mystery.
Andrew Bird - Roma Fade