The currents flow through me like a welcomed life force drifting through every inch of me, lifting me higher into the sky. The world above is filled with dense clouds that are close to bursting, grey and daunting to those below. The promise of rain an unwelcome one, but yet it is a gift to provide mother nature with growth that she yearns for. The trickle of water starts to begin, it flows through and swirls around me with such vigour, such passion. The twist and change in temperature and pressure makes me feel euphoric and full of spirit, lifting me beyond the normal levels. The pace quickens, the salt water and its residing sea life is whisked up in a single motion to the eye of the beholder, seeking only a moments rest within my center. Twirling with such grace I feel myself crashing upon an invisible wall, the will leaving me, I become weaker. I traverse on, pushing through the obstacles that have been brought before me. The brush beneath my tail is swept up, the bricks and mortar that have been solid for centuries is torn asunder. Everything around me invading my windy walls, I burst and scatter it all out with such finesse. For I am Bertha.