“Find one “natural” thing and describe it as thoroughly as you can.”
Water can be included within innumerable analogies to a life, or situation, and how such a precious “ordeal” is treated. Whether it be an old relationship described as a stagnant pool, or as a rock (a life) strategically placed in a rushing stream, and how that rock becomes not so much eroded, but smoothed and shaped as its strength is tested against the relentless wiles of the water.
It can be perceived a peaceful place for tranquility and cleansing, body and soul- or a hasty, unmerciful beast hoping to swallow us wholly into her unquenchable belly. Some water is clearly alive, as we see in the ocean’s crashing waves or in the mountain’s rushing streams. And then some water seems rather dead, like our lakes on a day with no wind. But even the “deadness” is relinquished by a bird swimming by, leaving a trail of ripples, or the fish, bacteria and other specimens we know are making their home well below what our eyes reveal. Yet still, what one may call tranquil, lying face up in a lake, another may see as deadly. The gentle, forgiving fluid which has the power to soothe bones and souls also has the power to invade lungs and trap a body that cannot fend for itself amidst her still, silent penitentiary.
However she portrays herself, water in any form is, in a sense, very much alive. Whether it be the lively organisms making a home inside of her, or the potential she has to steal, or sustain, yours. A gentle beauty, or beast, that doesn’t make friends but instead only allows one to figure out his own self within her open embrace.
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