Raindrops in a Puddle

I've always been fascinated by water.   As a young boy, I'd stare out the window on rainy days mesmerized by the murky outlines of trees, houses and passing cars.  I'd run outside and gaze into the sky as raindrops fell on my face and spilled down my chin.

I love sitting by a rushing river and contemplating the passing currents. Ocean waves crashing atop rocks fill me with infinite joy.  Even a stagnant puddle in a post-rain parking lot brings happiness to my soul.

We are born in water.  We are made of water.  When we die, we rejoin the great ocean from where we all came.  (4" x 6", black ink print)