The power of water.

The power of water is unlike anything I’ve ever conceptualized. Its ability to be fluid. To take the shape of any object that it occupies. Its ability to heal and create. It holds memory and frequency. It can be so shallow and clear that it makes its own mirror. Or occupy such depth that it presents itself in multiple shades of blue. Looking at water makes me feel both lost and found. Both inept and profound. Both microscopic and universal.