Water

I've been thinking a lot about water recently.

In a morning you take away the weariness of the night. The hour of the wolf came and went leaving the memories of worry and pain and solitude. Then you climb into the shower and feel that flow take it away and re-awaken you for the coming day.

After work, physicality, you can feel the stiffness in your muscles. Your back is on fire, blisters on your hands. Every inch of you is the agony of labour. You step into the shower and your flesh comes alive. You feel every drop take that pain away, you become somehow numb and so sensitive at the same time. The heat penetrates you and you come alive, refreshed and relaxed.

Rain is something so different. You can embrace the melancholy mood that takes you. Sitting inside you can curl under a blanket with your favourite mug of tea and a good book and hear the rain fall on the window.

In classic cinematography the rain comes at important moments of change, the meeting, the parting, new ends and new beginnings. Water washes away what once was to bring you something else. Sweeping away the pain and the trials you have suffered to leave you refreshed and clean and prepared for a new day.

There is an artist called Jeff Rowland, all his work is in the rain and all his work is of couples. I always found it fascinating to listen to what people say. Were these couples meeting for a brief moment, stealing time before they must leave like Mr and Mrs Jones? Were they long lost lovers finally finding each other after what would feel like an eternity apart?

Or was this all over? Was this the final kiss goodbye?