falling-waters

something better

she is something akin to redemption: something whole, something bright, something good. 

he can’t quite put a finger on it, but as they duck into an alleyway from the pouring rain, he knows his place here: by her side, a hand lifting part of his cloak to shield her from the water still falling.

it is a place by her that, in all honestly, befuddles him sometimes: an avenger, a boy torn by bloodline limits and bonds lost and all the beatings of a shinobi life, in an alleyway with a girl he will love for the rest of his life. 

he sees the raindrops in her hair, the little diamonds in strands of petal pink. 

“it’s really pouring, huh,” she says. he watches the small puffs her breath makes in the evening air, the way her lips part and her hands reach out, fingers splayed, to test the rain.  

it stirs something in him—warm and yearning and tender beyond his measure. 

“mm.” 

“let’s run for it,” she says, and she grasps his hand. on instinct, he leaps up with her. 

and then there they are, leaping from rooftop to rooftop in the rain. there’s her brief laughter, as if they were children again, and the corresponding tilt of his lips. there’s the hokage mountain in the distance, with kakashi’s face etched halfway in, and there’s that stupid ramen stand the idiot loves so much. 

this is konoha; this is sasuke and sakura breathing in the scent of water and clean earth. 

this is peace.

this is part of the path to something better. 

“My butt is like this statue of Aphrodite:

Meant to viewed from all sides”


Metropolitan Museum of Art, gallery 164

No other sculpture in antiquity enjoyed the renown of Praxiteles’ Aphrodite of Knidos. Aphrodite stands nude, with her weight on her right leg, her head turned to the left, her right hand covering her pubic area, and her left hand holding a fold of drapery that falls onto a hydria (water jar) standing on a pedestal. The statue was erected in a round temple and was meant to be viewed from all sides. The goddess is depicted undressing before (or dressing after) a bath in “heroic nudity” as unconscious and glorious as that of the gods.

smithsonianmag.com
Drought Could Kill Off Many of the West Coast's Fish | Smithsonian
Fisheries managers are already struggling with low water and disease brought by warmth.

Excerpt:

Salmon, steelhead and smelt face in Washington, Oregon and California face potential extinction, reports Darryl Fears for The Washington Post. Falling water levels as well as warming waters are to blame. Oregon and Washington have closed fishing spots and even relocated fish to cooler sections of rivers.

Fears also wrote a longer story detailing the problems that salmon face in their annual migration inland in the coastal Northwest as the rivers and streams dry up.