Water Runs Through Us

I've been thinking a lot about water lately. As I walked through the Acton Arboretum today I noticed running water at the bog, frozen patches of water in the streams, and droplets of water perched on the boardwalk. 

I remember as a child I would stare at the clock in my bedroom, hoping to catch its hands move, but always it was in vain. That's sort of what it felt like today when I tried to photograph the running water; the camera just couldn't capture it. So I videotaped the water instead, taking in the gentle trickling sounds along with, yes, the drone of the airplane flying overhead.

Often those near death feel parched, and water is the last thing they cling to. Water runs through us, cleanses us, and keeps us alive.