Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
- Norman Maclean
Write about reflections and water today.
Discover a variety of water forms: waves, drops, bubbles, beads.
Add colors, scents and sounds of splashing.
Search into the realms where water explores and nurtures.
Notice what stories or poems reflect and refract there.
Do you find a metaphor for an aspect of life?