In a world where the tiniest details make all the difference, the angle of a single water 
molecule holds the key to life itself. 104.5° explores how this subtle bend shapes the 
oceans, the blood that flows through our veins, and the very essence of existence. 
A sonnet of life, water, and the perfect imperfection that sustains us all.

When nature bent her hand to shape the dew,
She curved a bond where atoms shyly meet.
A tilt of form the eye can scarce construe,
Yet from this slant the world became complete.

Two hydrogens attend their sovereign queen,
Not straight, but bowed — a triangle they make.
From such a flaw, strange wonders are foreseen:
The sea’s soft swell, the snow upon the lake.

It rises up the stem to feed the leaf,
It cools the brow, it sings within our vein.
It floats as solid — stranger still, in brief,
Its bonds defy both heat and weight and chain.

O angle slight, thou art our hidden key: 
Life leans upon thy sweet asymmetry.