My Story as Told by Water

It rained yesterday.
I was working.
Building bikes.

After a long and lonely work week with temps going above 105+ according to the forecasts and 110+ according to my bike computer it made my heart ache to see and hear water right outside the door without being able to enjoy it. Today I picked up David James Duncan's My Story as Told by Water. It didn't help the heartache.
Duncan speaks of his childhood of fishing and creek stomping fondly. It took me back to my own childhood. The countless hours spent sitting with my slingshot in the tree with the little round green fruits. The awesome power that I enjoyed imagining myself having over the banana trees as I slashed my machete through its fleshy body to get to the regime of bananas at the top. The combination of frustration  that I had for Monkey while he went scampering off with my highlighter that I needed for AP Euro, and the love I both felt toward and from him when he would hop specifically onto my lap, belly up, wanting it to be rubbed.
And that was just the childhood of 'home'. Some of the most defining memories come from sliding down a slide into a mud pit in a cave in some province in China. Or finding myself swimming in place against a strong current deep in one of the oldest protected rain-forests in the world in Malaysia. Or jumping into the deep dark blue of Ha Long Bay, Vietnam with MCC friends and family amongst the giant jutting rocks that give the place its magical feel. Or snorkeling with the Schrock-Hursts through shallow beautiful coral right up to the edge of the reef in order to peer over the edge and into the darkness of the deep. Or being stranded on an overturned catamaran in midst of a tropical storm with my cousins with out sight of land. Or simply sitting on the bottom of a sandy ocean floor with scuba gear, gazing up at the sun twinkling through 50 feet of clear tropical water disturbed only by the bubbles we send upwards.
As you can see, my story too, can be told by Water. From what I've heard, and from the little I saw on Saturday, that water is coming. Its coming soon and it'll be coming hard.
I can't wait.