PE in the hot sun.
She hands me her bottle and I unscrew the top, because friends share water, don’t they?
Pressing the metal to my lips.
The water is cold. Half-melted ice cubes float, a sacrifice to the heat.
I think about the water cycle. Water recycled over and over and over. Does the rain get tired? Does she burn out and die?
66 million years ago,
Some ancient furred ancestor cocks her head to the sky.
She drinks the same water as I do now, she wanders the same earth.
No human has ever loved her, but I do now, because now I know she exists.
Mother of all mammals,
Mg dearest friend,
Because friends share water, don’t they?
#Friends Share Water
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balmy stratus
i love this! really gets you thinking about the cyclical nature of the natural world