I like water. It is a pretty astonishing entity. Some kind of an amazing gift, really.
H20. That is two hydrogen atoms, and one oxygen atom…. stuck together in a perfect way. Molecular weight…. 18. All the time.
Of course, there are three states: solid… liquid… or gas.
I like to drink it, shower in it, swim in it…. skate on it, catch it on my tongue when it falls out of clouds, listen to it, look at it. Even smell it.
Water has the ability to make things live and grow. It also has the power to do just the opposite. This liquid fills our squirt guns, and flushes our toilets. And then there is the coffee.
In German it is called wasser. Spanish… de ague. Hungarians call it viz.
Water is beautiful in many forms. Baby drool. Dew on plants. Mist at the bottom of a waterfall.
And water can do a lot more…. I mean….
You can lead a horse to water, but I am told it is the dickens to get that animal to drink.
There also seems to be a problem with parents throwing their babies out with the bathwater. Are they just not paying attention?
Things can be dead in the water. There are also bridges that go right over troubled waters. There is a Waterloo. But not a Water Louis.
I have been told on WAY more than one occasion… that I am in hot water. And speaking of which…. there is also Holy Water.
Do you know how do you get Holy Water……. Boil the Hell out of it.
And with that, it seems that I am running out of all things water.
That would be a clear indication that I am high and dry.
Yet, I feel as if the glass is half-full.