Just like a plant.
No rain, no growth.
Strictly speaking there are a number of plant species that can survive on a dusting of dew and the occasional rain storm. Point taken.
Looking at the pot of basil on the windowsill has promoted this piece on hydrating the body.
It looked bedraggled, wrinkly, droopy and as if it had been put on the naughty step. Then it was given a splash of water. The next day the basil leaves were lush, pumped and flavoursome. Damn. It's good. This basil plant is awesome.
Then I looked in the mirror. More like Basil Faulty and Basil Brush!
It must be age.
It must be the training.
It must be the mirror?
I AM A PLANT.
I AM AN ORGANISM.
I NEED WATER.
I THRIVE WITH WATER.
I have roots - my capillaries
I have soil - my muscles and organs
I have leaves and blossom - my hair, what's left of it, nails, eyes and skin
I have simple needs that can be met. I don't live in a desert. I have a tap. I have a glass.
I'm all out of excuses.
I do not require to wait to feel like I'm wilting before it's obvious.
Water the pot.
Madmule at the waterhole