A cold, windy place with fog so thick you could barely see where you were headed to. If you want the true experience, with the water flying in your face and the temperature so low you can feel your fingers falling off, go to Canada.
It was beautiful. And loud. And beautiful. And it's at that moment I realized the true power of water. Not the stuff you get out of the tap after it's been filtered by sedimentation or radiated with ultraviolet light 'til the algae and parasites have died and all that comes out is only half of what actually went into the purification process to begin with... But just pure water. Remember, the stuff fish poop in?
In your hand it reflects the colors of your skin and in a cup or at the back of your tongue it can relax your muscles at the end of a long and hard day. But in a mass, such as a large waterfall or moving river, it can kill you with ease. It can drown you just by drinking too much of it. And it doesn't care. Seriously, have you ever seen how massive it is?! And yet we take this majestic essence for granted all the time.
So next time you go to your 'fridge with a cup in hand - thinking about the cool liquid as it glides down your throat and quenches your thirst - remember where it came from. And that no matter how much of it is in the world, so many people are without it.
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