I woke up this morning with a perspective I have never had before; it was new, refreshing, and yet very familiar.
As night gave way to morning hours I awoke to a sudden revelation of water and wind.
Water is everything, yet it is nothing. It is the single raindrop which falls upon your yellow umbrella. It is the rushing torrent which brings power and electricity to the city. Water is fluid, mobile, and move-able.
Water does not seek its own name or fame. It simply is. And in being, it brings life and refreshment to the weary, it brings cleansing to one covered in dirt. Water is life.
Water moves to a rhythm we can’t hear, it flows across borders, invades impossible places, slowly erodes immovable structures with the gentle kiss of its passing.
And wind. It is everywhere yet cannot be seen. Throwing itself upon static air it invigorates and inspires movement without a word. Leaves dance in its invisible arms.
Water | Wind.