It spray everywhere. For some time we sought the valve frantically, to turn it off and we could not find it. Of course it was a place I would never have looked. Over an hour of dirt and mud and panic and rush and calls for help before things were repaired and calmed down enough for me to come back to this piece of writing. Good joke, Grandmother.
Water seeks to change everything it touches.
It strives endlessly to escape from whatever container tries to restrain it. It must journey, it must move on, it must dance. It must come together in infinite combinations and part again, one drop sinking into the soil and one right next to it rising into the air. A Native American headman, dancemaker and doctor from Northern California once said, Water never forgets. He was speaking about a film he had seen on television, showing bodies floating down a river in Southeast Asia.