A weekend full of water. Watching water in streams and rivulets. Watching water on the pond. Feeling the strength of tides filling up the basin and emptying it out. The ocean waves crashing or purring while sheets of water disappear under the sand.
Water whether we see it or not is in flux. The endless array of its molecules touching attracting repelling shoving and pulling in a ballet if chaos. Water moving up the vessels if plants toward growing tissue in a sea of cells. Water in its silence or in its noise shouting whispering trickling or dripping.
Water in a thousand forms. As I observe water I interpret its movement as an agent if change. In constant flux it is the medium of movement, promoting growth, in every cell if every plant. Breaking, carrying, washing the physical world.