My trip to New Zealand was all about water. Â Without water, we would all die of thirst. Â 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. Â Water runs fast. Â Water can calm — the gentle brook, and then belittle you with a ocean’s tsunami, swallowing you whole. Â Water is sex and religion. Â Sweet wetness and holy baptism. Â Water is risk. Â Water is mysterious and powerful, like a woman.