A puddle in autumn's mid-wood, a mind goes to a far better place. The soul is on full flame and ready to explore.
Imagining all the time it took the twist through the layers of rock, divided by the beauty of it all.
There's nothing like it.
It sustains us. It's there when we want it. It keeps us alive and well. It's renewable. It falls from the heavens and gathers itself for our benefit. We can't live without it.