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Sweet Water

A weekend at a cottage or a water edge is a favourite summertime for many Canadians. This is where we let our minds drift over the water with the fluidity of thoughts and emotions.

Water is what we use and not what it is in our daily lives.

Evening Phantom Five Islands National Park overview from a cottage deck on the Bruce Peninsula, Ontario.
This is also where I forge my thoughts in my mother tongue, in which water is a prominent figure of the female gender. It is also where I am keenly aware of two water molecule trades; polarity and propensity to excitement. Life as we know it depends on them. The first one allows for all biochemical processes down to individual cells and the functioning of our minds and nerve system. The second one, the thermal storage capacity, maintains not only the temperature of our body in a narrow range of living conditions but also our whole planet.
 Since she is in me, in my head more than anywhere else, there is no way out. It is like a lover for life. Running away is not an option; ignoring her? Well, you know how it goes.
From Here & Now - Nucleus.jpg
People used to say: “water is life,” and worshiped her for the life nursing quality. Her life-threatening ferocity is harder to understand. She soaks up the sun quickly and deeply and then easily gets carried away. That’s when all bets are off. To travel far, people had to learn throughout their lifetimes how to read her face to see what was coming. Let me tell you, it’s hard. Her face can reveal as much as it can hide.
She is the master of disguise. You can’t see if she is a bit enjoyed or just angry. Whatever is brewing inside of her seldom comes to the surface. Zillions of small storms that no one would ever see could boil under the skin. Their devastating fury spills over everything around them until they steam all out.
Shorelien of Mink Islands on Georgian Bay, Ontario, Ontario.
I can see a range of her emotions almost everywhere, in the softness of sculpturing light infused by her mist or her harshness left on rock-polished surfaces.
The pattern of the river current, gorge of Montreal River, Algoma, Ontario
I used to follow her blindly while scouting wild northern rivers. With a paddle in my hand, I could feel her vibrations over the rippled riverbeds, her excitement at the top of the rapids, and her trepidation approaching eddies. We were connected, jumping over the waterfalls together, and I could understand her, my most trusted lover.   
It’s different now. Like the music has changed. I wouldn’t trust her face before the wide lake crossing.
Tree branch in the shallow water of Georgian Bay at the Bruce Peninsula
I can’t even tell you what is happening inside my head.
Sun energy exchange through the evaporation process.
I feel like a betrayed lover now. Spent by all these momentary excitements. I should have known; I had studied in detail the laws of our world's physicality a few decades ago. They were framed into mathematical equations two centuries ago. Three decades after that, the first published female scientist identified the role of CO2 in warming our world. The frightening thought is that most decision-makers do not know these laws exist or what lurks under the surface.
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