I've always loved water. Perhaps it's growing up in Hawaii–some of my earliest memories are the intense physical sensations of the ocean, the cold of a freshwater stream, the refreshment of an outdoor shower.
Water is life. 70% of our bodies are water. As the rest of the U.S. goes into fall and being bundled up, we continue to enjoy days in the seventies and an ocean that is just cool enough to be refreshing but never cold.
As a mystery writer married to an artist living in Hawaii, perhaps I have occasion to meditate on the many moods of water more than most. We have spectacular sunsets off our deck, most featuring amazing clouds.
Going for Water- Robert Frost
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade. – Robert Frost.
Am I missing it, to celebrate the warmth of water? I confess I don't miss the ice and snow that are coming for so many.Call me wimpy. I can live with that.
What are some of your favorite water moments?