Quiet, now.
A day not for words but for listening. Go out there and dare yourself to stand still in the rain. Don’t hold your breath, don’t brace yourself. Let everything melt, slide and dissolve. Let the world have an effect on you, batter you down, knock on your face. Be reminded that you are a water thing, sliding out, born from it. Holding on to a piece of flesh, a pile of earth, sliding back in, home.
Close your eyes. Open your mouth. Listen to this, loud.
Englishman, be in your element.
