i can’t imagine not being grateful to the water when it is not quenching thirst but when it’s flowing faster than my fragile self can handle when its power is beyond mine and i cannot sip nor swallow
the gentle, careful waves don’t hold still for me to wade in i am simply coexisting i am free to swim around and i may be swept under tomorrow it’s an ever changing world and it doesn’t give us rain because we ask
— “reciprocity”