for me it is a tonic, the steady, steamy, windy sound of it, that muffles and distorts and refracts those endlessly familiar and mundane sounds of dryness so that, wet, they become poignant.
Monday 3 May 2010
the wash
it's been raining heavily. i was lying cold in bed a couple of early hours of the morning ago listening to the water falling into the leaves and earth, misting and splashing and seething. i think of it finding its way into the ground where it is pulled in streams and rivulets and disperses.
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i like this a great deal
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