Weight of Water
Winter 2013

     Passing over White Oak Mountain one morning in the winter, the clouds were weighted down with water. No view of the mountains in the distance, no blue sky, no sunshine lighting up the atmosphere. 
    The heavy clouds just hung over the darkened hills ahead. The farther north I drove, the farther the rain seemed to have pushed it's way through the clouds, falling to the ground. Droplets falling, seemingly weightless.
     If you've ever carried a pail of water you know that water is heavy. Spread out among the droplets, it seems weightless. And, yet, those clouds over the mountains look so heavy and full of the promise of life giving water. 
    The weight of water happens after the wait for water. We love the sunshine, we need the rain. So, when the wait for water ceases, the weight of water begins its' slow descent to mother earth waiting below. 
     On the drive home, the clouds were still heavy over White Oak Mountain. What appeared to be lightning in the clouds, was actually the reflection of the beakens from cell phone towers. Their blipping white light reflected off the clouds as they made their ascent back into the upper atmosphere. 
     We benefit both from the wait and the weight of the water. 
     The wait for water weighs heavily on my mind.