Light ripples race each other, flowing the other way once they hit the tedium that breaks their little race. The light shines in at the perfect angle, allowing the water to shimmer and dance around. I gently and gingerly lift my foot and swish it through the waves, watching as the waves become bigger as the ripples start some sort of panicked dance. I kick the water. The water that once looked like waves, suddenly become particle-like as a couple of droplets splash onto my legs. The soft melodious whispers sound like little secrets being told, trickling into my ears. I am captivated. Entranced. Oh, the magic of water. The power that it has to change colors, to shimmer, to dance, to splash, to give hope, to destroy, to save, to heal, to rejuvenate. What a treasure it is.
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