Washing dishes after a snack this evening, the warm water from the pipes embedded in the driveway suddenly turned cool, and I was transported to a dam, and then a river, under a starless night, following the cold water under a black sky where lovers kissed on the shore and the desperate wept inside shanties lighted with kerosene lamps.

I was shocked back to our bright, tiled kitchen once again, and I marveled at the fact that one can astral-travel not only via ether but via the sensation of water as well, for both air and water interconnect us all on this planet.