I am walking down the street
I am walking down the mountain…
I feel a drop of water falling on my head
I step on a puddle of mud…
I see a cut off translucent gallon by the wall, on the sidewalk. It is half filled with water
I see a yellow opaque gallon sitting on the ground, by the rocks
I hear – plop –the sound of a drop falling into the container water overlying the echo of cars honking
I hear – plur- the sound of a smooth water flow meeting the water on the ground complementing the sound of the wind and leaves
Stains of water are unevenly marked on the sidewalk… it is infiltrating through the joints of the squared tiles…moisture is taking over the white wall… It seems like water has been going outside the bucket. Did it overflow? Did it miss the target? Is there a leak?
A deep puddle of water surrounds the gallon. It is created due to the flat void in the ground…greenery is taking over the edge… It is spreading between the rocks. Where is all this water coming from? What happens to it?
I look up; I see where the water is coming from: a thin tube coming out from an AC unit. It is deviating the natural free fall of water to be collected
I take a step forward; I notice the tip of a bottle sticking out of a higher level of earth. It is diverging from the natural flow of water without touching the ground to reach it and drink it
Can I drink it? Is it collected to be used or, not to be stepped or dropped on? Can I use it rather than waste it?
I am drinking it. It is tasty and fresh. I use my hands to collect the water. It is dripping down my arms. I take an empty bottle and fill it with this natural water
I am walking away… I feel a drop of water falling on my head
I am stepping over the source….I am walking down the mountain….I am thirsty…I can’t find another source of water… it is good I have my bottle
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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