Water is rarely the true topic of conversation. The floaters that swirl in the bottom of the Evian bottle after the generous sharing with friends overshadow any hope of rejoice in the substance itself. The dive into a lake or a swim off the shore only bring about tales of mysterious green creatures rising from the depths or the fog of a churned up sea bottom. The thing that is fluid and alive with reaction, accepting all who venture in, somehow is avoided.
Hands down now and take a deep breathe for the tide is coming in. The ride is only a small part of the journey that is taking place.
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