TO SEE, SMELL, HEAR, AND TOUCH LIVING LAKE WATER

Seeing vast expanses of royal blueness, then changing to gorgeous greenness, animal algae in the water, sparkling seas shining sunlight like valuable jewels on the water's rich clear surface, watching hungry seagulls taking deep dives into the water and bringing forth fish for their lunches, seeing gritty moist sands with sand dust blowing, looking at sharp tall dune grass that stays green all year round.

There are happy people running on the sandy shores to get recreational exercise, walking their dogs, and children playing gleefully on playground equipment. Watching happy children swinging and singing. Seeing bold bright sunshine lighting up all things to bring forth the form and color of all things, and therefore cheer to my view.

Seeing a park and a lake in which to swim, a lake to take a holy mikvah, fresh fish-filled waters, frothiness in waves as they come forth in unison onto the wanting thirsty shore, seeing all these living things, life created by water, water satisfying thirsts, giving plants their refreshment, and fish their habitat.

Smelling the freshness as it perfumes the air of the beach park area, tree leaves and water smells, smells of fish strong and pungent, dead fish as corpses, living fish as potential food, a lake full of fish.

Smelling the lettuce-like green algae brushed up onto to the sandy shoreline of living organisms, life everywhere, smelling living things, breathing in huge gasps of oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide, filling my sniffing nose and my heaving lungs.

Hearing Israel prayers in all things, as listening to insects buzzing, the sounds of a sea as it wave after wave moves and jostles the sands.

Rushing sounds, sounds like breathing, sounds of a jittery moving lake a lake of life, a lake that is massively humungous in its size.

Listening for seagulls cry and hearing them swoop and flit and beat their wings, cawing at each other in bird talk, strutting their webbed feet on the shore.

Children singing camp songs in the background, singing as they build and then destroy creative sandcastles, laughing and then screaming as they delight in a fulfillment of all their senses, as they see, hear, smell and touch.

Touching the moist salty grains of sands with the upturned palms of one's hands. Molding it like a ceramist molds clay, feeling its roughness and its warmth as it stores the heat of the sun.

Feeling the cool water on one's feet in a walk on the beach, soothing wet and washing, it cleans in between one's toes, and splashes refreshingly onto one's bare skin, a feeling of becoming pure in pure water, all of one's ills washed away and dissolved not to cause evil intentions, to become clean and good hearted in a lake of sea water that is natural water.

Water that spills from the skies onto the lake, bohu and tohu, it unites as one, and is the water created by one G-d, The G-d Almighty. "G-d made the land and the seas, and saw that it was good." [Genesis, Torah]