This is the bravo's dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
Leaks and whispers are a daily routine of news-gathering in Washington.
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.
W. H. Auden