"be water"

It rained today. Yeah, always, I know. It's a drizzle. Oh it's rain, but it doesn't come down like it did in New Mexico. Here, rain is constant and light. I don't mind it. No one here carries an umbrella, really. They wear raincoats and get wet. Grass gets too much water and gets muddy. Leaves, fallen from trees, mold to the sidewalk, creating a cushioned carpet.

You don't run inside when it rains. If you did that here you'd be inside all the time. So you deal with it. I'm trying to deal with the rain. Nights creep up on you -- it gets dark at five. The drizzle starts and you begin to wonder why you left the desert. Then you walk down a street you've never been on before. You see something new. Something that makes you think of something you've never thought of before and you realize. This is why I came to a different climate. A different place. This is why I've come to play in the rain.


Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless--like water.
Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup,
You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle,
You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot.
Now water can *flow* or it can *crash*!
Be water, my friend.
-- Bruce Lee