Today, after three tough days in which our pipes were frozen and we were out of water, Virtute sat contemplatively on my bed after lapping a ramekin filled with cool water. He then turned to me and said, “We are all just made of water, aren’t we? And yet, without water being replenished into our physical bodies, we simply can’t survive. I just don’t understand how people don’t see the fluidity that permeates our lives and the world around us”. He then proceeded to fall asleep, listless and torpid, but somewhat revitalized. We are all happy to have water again.