While a child, you are Steam. A bundle of chaos. Active, random, difficult to contain, escaping your containers, making them (like a teakettle) want to scream in frustration.
As an adult, you calm and become Water. You are resilient, you are adaptable, you rise to fill your space.
But in the end, we all become Ice. The joints begin to freeze, and crackle when they flex. Movement becomes slower, more difficult and sometimes painful.
I never really wanted to be Iceman. He was always the least interesting of the X-men, after all. But the ice is creeping in on me now. I hear the snap, crackle and pop each morning. And (sadly) not from my Rice Krispies bowl. “Loss of muscle mass and flexibility”, sayeth the internet, “Possibly even early stages of osteoarthritis”.
Damn you, Bobby Drake, who even invited you to the party? Get lost! Shoo!
Those old commercials sure made Snap Crackle and Pop sound like fun, didn’t they?
Old commercials lied. A lot.
For this week’s writing challenge, take on the theme of H2O. What does it mean to be the same thing, in different forms?