August Break prompt: sacred
One of my personal sacred things is Prescott tap water. My relatives that live up there always think I’m crazy when I bring up giant empty gallons jugs (or mason jars) to fill with their plain ol’ tap water. But to me, as someone who has lived around the hardest hard water in Phoenix, the Prescott Water is so sweet and pure, it feels like I’m drinking from the spring in Tuck Everlasting. Definitely a feeling of awe and reverence I consider sacred.