What makes cold, mountain-filtered, spring water so refreshing and delicious when enjoyed at the source?
It’s so much more than water, dude. Yes, we know that water is life, but we rarely contemplate this sustenance. To be surrounded by the majesty of nature is invigorating; to realize that everything around you is alive, to sense the complexity, the woven intimacies, is intoxicating. And then, finding the spring, you have located the source, the origin of life. To drink it is to become a part of the life, to partake of a mysterious power. But the sip itself is only a fraction of the experience. First, from a distance, you hear the sound of water, a beacon of quiet reassurance, of safety. This is what the song conveys, the anchor to the lost, the hope to the desperate. Direction. Just at the sound, anticipation is building. Then the air cools slightly: promise, comfort, relief. Now the discovery: the sight of the spring. The movement, the light and shadow is soothing, mesmerizing. It is the timeless dance of Earth. At last, water against skin: The thrilling shock of the cold, the power in
