photo by me

Another thing I love: water. I love the feeling of it as it washes over my body in the shower. I love to soak in it in a bathtub. I love to glide through it in a pool or the ocean or a lake. I like to hear the sound of it rolling over rocks, lapping at the beach, roaring through a canyon.

If I didn’t worry so much about the replenishment of water, I’d probably take 30 minute long showers or baths every single day. I will stand in a shower and get lost in the feeling of the water raining down upon me, soaking in the wetness.

The sound of water is pleasing to me. I love to sit inside during the monsoons and listen to the rain pour down outside, streaming along my windows. The way it creates puddles along my driveway and cleans my car and waters the plants is a joy. Walking around it, as it soaks my skin, is like drinking the sweetest of nectars.

I love the power of water. I love being in the ocean, body-surfing or boogey-boarding on a wave and feeling that fear and exhileration as a wave pulls me under. It humbles me. I realize, at that moment, that I am tiny. I am organic matter that will go back to the earth eventually while the ocean continues to roll on.