Wednesday, January 03, 2018

Water

Water was freedom, was emotion, was heart. Water flowed from the spigot, rushed downhills over the black, stoney soil. Water filled crevices, flashed cold on the face in the morning, warm and relaxing in the evening. It was that kind of time. Love, though, was upside down. Love was always falling or slipping away, or absent. Water sustains life.