Be Water My Friends' photostream

A vein of happiness rising to the top, like cream in the cappuccino of life... the swirl... the delicate heart peering through the top... a little sugar so sweet you smile deep...

Your foot bounces while your heart races... you fall in love for a short instant with each note as it lands softly on the surrounding leaves…

… little souls glow upon the stones in front of you with a dance of pure ecstasy. Our first president with four sides, four seasons, and countless emotions... vibes and rhythms swirl as in a tornado of sound and style untouchable by the naked eye.

Pure elation and energy flow with no recourse as the water rises with the sun high... it drips back to the city with the falling day... becoming dark and alone –
…yet the sounds of laughter reside from your 6 strings and 10 fingers working so smoothly as you marionette our limbs and make us dance.

drips of life...
…drops of time...