21 December 2007

KB and I were sitting together in the living room, I writing, she organizing some photos on her laptop, Rosie Thomas singing sweetly into the evening from her place in KB's ITunes repertoire, when all of a sudden I put down my journal and pen, sat up in my chair, turned to KB and said, "Do you hear water going through the pipes?" KB laughed at me. After just two weeks of living in water deprivation, I am so in tune with the beautiful sound of running water – and so desperately longing to hear it – I swear I could pick it out from 50 kilometers away.