Droplets collect in puddles.
Rain spills into drains and worms gasp breaths above soaked soil.
The drops follow ancient, earth-eroding patterns down into streams, down slopes, amassing at the banks of a swirling, churning river of feminine energy.
Low tide pulls in waves the gravity defying currents. It’s as if someone very large lifted the edge of the shore like a blanket to draw the water into the bay, back into the ocean.
Inspired by Virginia's Rappahannock River and the Atlantic Garbage Patch
