Water demands my presence.
I cannot go anyplace where some water feature does not speak to me in some fashion or another.
The sound of the sea on a sandy beach at sunset is rich with longing and a sense of timelessness.
The gentle waves of a lake shoreline beckon to the dreamer in my heart and mind.
Roaring waterfalls beg to be allowed to pound on my head and shoulders, or to sing me to sleep.
Salt marshes beckon to the anxious spirit through a languid breeze - tossing the slender necks of miles of graminoids basking in the full sun.
Backwater swamps wait patiently for the canoe, while headwaters forested wetlands and seeps sing with seasonal abundance to the bold, adventurous, and imaginative.