10 days of rain

It's been quite a while since I last posted.


Winter is approaching fast, and the air is crisp and tight around us.
And it has been raining down really hard. It's a bit too wet for a Southern-Hemisphere autumn in Sydney.

Sometimes it seems that the sound of water is a glimpse of the voice of nature.
Droplets pounding gently on the car, while you wait inside for someone.
The splashing from our feet onto puddles.
The fine touches of rain onto our face.

But sometimes we forget about what it all means.
Of course, our immediate minds focus on heading to shelter.
But that is nothing in comparison to the magnitude of the world.

Some say that water has memory..
and that it holds special powers.
Don't you see how sometimes, all that we need is a shower or bath to get us relaxed?
And sometimes, where urbanization has sprawled over ancient water routes, floods go through those same spots again without failing.

It's been raining too much.
Now I'm sick.

For some reason I feel like listening to Moby.