Places with Water-

Well watered lands. 

But just before dawn as I watch a mouse wander the patio, I realize there is really no way to leave. What I seek is where I am and where I will arrive after all the miles of highway.

One of the hummingbirds at the feeder, a blazing species called Rufous, migrates twelve thousand miles each year, and yet every place it alights finds what it just left behind—insects and nectar to devour. The bird lives in motion to stay where it begins and ends.

The waters of the sea evaporate and wander back to the headwaters as clouds and then the rain falls and the journey down the river renews.

-Charles Bowden