You were fixated on water then as now, but in '73 it wasn't particular. It was just generally water. You were taking that Water Conservation - Theory and Practice course. We would meet on the library steps. I would unwrap a fresh cheese to soften in the sun. You(more) would come bouncing along with that beastly leather rucksack you had made, stitches looking like cowhide fettuccine. I knew that without fail that bag would contain a french press, a hip flask, and a leather bag canteen complete with a surgical tubing straw.
We would have a little liquor and fromage feast. You cut your Auchentoshan with water, and when I asked what you were doing, you replied, "hydrating" as if it were evident. You loved to act the professor, launching into an amusing discourse concerning the difficulty of staying properly hydrated while imbibing an ambitious quantity of liquid psychoactives.
I would split my sides and call you a "dirt floor hippie." Funny how you would end up working at that faux-conservationist desalination plant in San Leandro, and I would go on to lug buckets from a questionably clean wetland and strain it through cheesecloth for drinking water.
Who's dirt floor now?
I am impossibly removed from all that, here in my little aseptic studio. Classes on environmentalism are the norm. Raw milk cheese has disappeared. Your hideous sack would be considered a DIY project now, and I would be compelled to act very impressed. Scotch is no longer that magical drink that only flowed from your hip flask in one variety, and you oughtn't indulge near places of learning. Howard Schultz has masterminded the sale of a five-cent beverage for five bucks, though the french press lingers still. These days, you would obviously have a CamelBak to handle hydration.(less)
I feel most at peace in water.
Sometimes i go out in the rain and just lay on the ground.
And let the sky water me so i can grow.
I'm not sure what it is about the water that calms me and makes me feel alive
But (more)i think its the feel of it.
The moisture falling on my skin makes me feel something, like i'm more alive than i am when its dry.
Like i'm human.
After all, it rains on everyone.
I'm always thirsty,
because no matter how much water i drink, its not enough rain to make feel comfortable with myself.
So my throat is always dry, begging for more.
At my school we have hydration stations,
Where we go to fill our canteens with water to keep us going through the long desert of self doubt that is high school.
But i never really get my fill.
My soul needs more water than the oasis can provide.
And when you're out in the desert, there is nothing more important than hydrating.