The river flowed rapidly along its path, sending splashes of water and foam on anyone standing nearby. The droplets sprayed onto my bare feet as I stood at the river’s bank, watching the water intently as it raced past gracefully. The liquid instantly sent a chill into my whole being, starting with a simple tinkling in my feet before working its way up throughout my whole body.
The breeze that accompanied the cold water bit at my soaked feet as snowflakes pierce one’s cheeks. It was refreshing, renewing, rejuvenating. The liquid breathed a new life into me, allowing me to sense more clearly the atmosphere I was surrounded in.
Although my teeth began to chatter from the cold, I ignored the chill, permitting the water to inebriate my being, stimulating every part of my spirit. Slowly I crouched down, my eyes closed, my nose taking in the fresh scent. Water always smelled so crisp, breathing a new essence into all it touched; the first rains of spring, the sign of new life.
It was truly extraordinary. The things water did, bringing life – life to all creatures; happiness – happiness to children as they splashed each other, playing in its comforting energy; joy – joy when people saw the rains coming for the first time in a long draught, knowing their crops would grow again, that they could eat again; hope – hope of living, of surviving another day as it fought the fires that plagued the world.
I formed my hands into a cup, dipping them under the glistening liquid, then drinking from the water that I held, revering it as if it were some sort of god, something that demanded it be worshiped. Even as more chill ran through my insides, the water quenched my parched throat, wetting it once more after having been dry for hours.
I lowered my hands once again, taking another deep gulp before lowering my hands for a third time, this time splashing the contents onto my face. Once again the biting cold accompanied the water, but I paid it no heed.
Then I stood up, shaking and wringing my hands until most of the aqueous material had been dried off.
Most people thought of water as giving life, as healing, as protecting. What they didn’t realize was that it also often brought death. Sucking everyone it could into its depths, drawing every bit of life out of them until they drowned. Floods destroying anything that stood in its way.
Water is remarkable. Something able to bring so much life, but also death. Something to be respected, to be loved, but to also be feared. Water is powerful.