I am thinking of water as it moves and flows, and as it so readily changes state and form. It is at the edges that the action is. It is at the boundaries that the magic happens, between one state and another, and as the water meets the earth, the sand, the rocks. That is where life began. That is where the textures and tones play and experiment. That is where transformation happens.
As we meet those thresholds in our own lives, might we meet them as constantly and playfully as water does.