I can't live without ...

... the water and the wild, and oh boy, is it wild today! The sun has gone, the wind has increased and the rain is interspersed. The wind is actually howling from the east today - the opposite direction to usual, so the little windswept hawthorn must be confused. I was practically airborne taking this!
And the last verse of the Stolen Child by WB Yeats
... Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
I'd better watch out at my Faery class!

Listen to Loreena McKennit for a bit of spine tingling faeryness.

Thanks to KangaZu for setting today's challenge. I would of course have chosen Himself, but he poor chap is horizontal suffering a severe bout of vertigo.