I watched the water. It was still. No ripples, no waves, no tides. No fish of any kind. It was not a pond, a stream, an ocean, or a lake. It was a pot. A pot filled with water. And then it began to bubble, and then it began to boil. And I made soup. However, I had no carrots, no cabbage, no cucumbers. No vegetables of any kind. It was not a broth, nor a bouillon, neither a bisque or a consommé. It was water. It was all I had. So I drank it.