My trip to New Zealand was all about water. Without water, we would all die of thirst. But don’t try to grab it with the tense hand; it will laugh at you with disdain. It is a chameleon that takes many forms and shapes, always moving. Only a fool tries to control it. Water runs fast. Water can calm — the gentle brook, and then belittle you with a ocean’s tsunami, swallowing you whole. Water is sex and religion. Sweet wetness and holy baptism. Water is risk. Water is mysterious and powerful, like a woman.