Waters wait, like unwritten rhymes—
silent, steady, streaming.
Splashed in childhood’s hosepipe laughs,
barefoot sprints across water-war-soaked sidewalks.
Sips of dusk on the back-door steps,
grandpa’s glass half-full stories.
No flavor needed—just the taste
of moments flowing, freely offered.
Purity, allay, life—
water, like the word—okay, maybe a little lime.
Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite drink?
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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