Water is everywhere, obviously. But did you ever REALLY think about it? I’ve been wandering around my new neighborhood and I am suddenly keenly aware that I love water.

The first morning I took my dog on a walk in the new neighborhood, I walked past a creek. As you know, I’m familiar with water around my neighborhoods but this time was different. This creek wasn’t just a creek, it was a babbling brook. There were flat rocks under the stream and so the sound was alive. It wasn’t rushing water but a much more pleasant sound. That sound soothes me.

As I continued on, there was that sound again. But this time there was no creek, no brook, no stream. There was simply a water feature in someone’s backyard. Again, it was a pleasant surprise. I very much like that sound.

That being said, I love water in it’s other forms too. In high school, I converted from soda drinking to water. I didn’t do it for the health benefits but rather because I hated feeling bloated all the time. It was a positive that I wasn’t burping all the time too.

The ocean is my biggest water love of all. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach; the smell of the salty air all combines to make a wonderful sensory experience. I never get enough of it but I crave it all the time. When we first arrived in Europe, my spouse had to go to The Hague for a work trip. The kids and I drove out there at the end and spent a few days at the oceanside. It was September in the northern part of the country and I insisted on getting my feet wet in the ocean. The kids laughed and thought I was crazy but it needed to be done.

I love cruising for that reason too. I enjoy visiting many countries and their beaches. And on the way, I’m on the sea. That’s one time that I fear the water. The ocean is beautiful on shore but scares me a little bit out in the wide space. There are creatures out there that can kill you. I know, I know. There are also dolphins and cute, little sea creatures but those don’t concern me. I don’t want to be like Louis Zamperini and be lost at sea for days on end. That holds NO appeal for me.

And it’s funny that only certain kinds of water make you have to go to the bathroom. That’s another type of water I don’t like. I don’t want overflowing rivers that can sweep you away nor torrential downpours that pelt you. I want controlled water. And my babbling brook will help keep me enjoying my morning walks with the dog. That’s water you can celebrate.