Water

Got up this morning listening to the sound of rain against the windows. Being the first one up at about 5:30, I came down to the kitchen, emptied the dish washer, cleaned up the remnants of last night's late evening snacks, made coffee (french press for the family, expresso for me), cooked up some oatmeal, read a New York Times article on restaurants in Hudson County where I grew up, remembered one of my first jobs as a bus boy in Tedesco's, an Italian restaurant on Bergenline Ave that had great bread and mussels.




I continue to hear the soft hits of raindrops on the window. Coming from Colorado with our seemingly perennial drought, I think of how they have all this water on the East Coast and they just let so much of it run into the sea. Filling estuaries like those of Pawtuxet a few blocks away and, then, making its way into the long Narragansett Bay and finally into the Long Island Sound. ("Sound" coming from the Dutch, "sund" meaning, I think, strait...at least that is the translation in Norwegian).





So the waters, now brackish in the estuary, move out into the great salt waters...providing recreation, scenery, and food for tourists and day trippers.









But also providing the ballast for the earth, a home for the sealife from which our species, this bright mammal Homo sapiens, creating the climate which blankets us all. And, even, yes, providing the winter snows that thousands of miles from any coast, provide the waters for the Colorado deserts in which we live.

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