<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Water on</title><link>https://geekyschmidt.com/tags/water/</link><description>Recent content in Water on</description><generator>Hugo -- 0.160.1</generator><language>en</language><copyright>Copyright © 2002–2025, Nicholas Schmidt; all rights reserved.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 10:10:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://geekyschmidt.com/tags/water/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Water</title><link>https://geekyschmidt.com/2007/12/20/water/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 10:10:16 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://geekyschmidt.com/2007/12/20/water/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I ran my hand through the water on the banks of the pond that day. As I sat under the golden crisp light beaming down on me, I knew the time was not for decision making but rather reaction. Just as my hand ran through the water and out my fingers as it pulled from the wake, so too are you my Love. No matter how many hours I sit on the banks of the soggy pond, the water will forever slip. I find myself wondering if there is any hope for my fingers to hold on to what is so obviously wishing to flow away…will the water turn into the dirt I could once grip onto?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>