WaterwaysLiffey is upset. As the wind grabs hold of my scarf and tosses it over my shoulder I feel the first drops of the famous Dublin rain against my face, and I can see the surface of the muddy river writhing and twisting. On Ha'penny Bridge I stand and look down to her in sympathy.She has grown since yesterday. It looks like she is about to scrape the bottom of O'Connell Bridge now. At least she looks as if she wants to try. As if with her little waves she reaches up for it, to grasp at it. As if she wilfully tries to pull in water from the sea to help her, but the torrent is too strong, and instead she keeps being drawn to him and the white steeds of his own waves. He is so much stronger than her.I watch for a while. The struggle seems hopeless, but she does not give up. At last I take out a bottle of water from my bag and pour the rest of it into the soon exhausted river."There,"I say, "I just made you a bit bigger."