Breathe in with me, take multiple breaths, multiple steps, multiple stops… eventually you’ll get to the lake in the middle of Hyde Park.

I actually do not know what it was, I am scared of calling it a dam and being side-eyed. I brought my paint and canvas this time so that I could paint what I was seeing, how I was feeling, what the water reminded me of.

I have always had a love and fervor for water. I love bathing, swimming, washing my hair, watching water sports. I am happy that Hyde Park has a body of water, it is grounding – isn’t that paradoxical. Water is seen as the opposite of the ground and yet it has this grounding force.

I could feel my buttocks firmly leaving a not-so-demure butt print on the ground I sat on. I wonder how the grass beneath me felt. Was it like “girl, you’re squishing me GET OFF?”. I have this habit of giving fourna and flora anthropocentric traits. I wonder, is it selfish for humans to try and understand animals from a human perspective? But then again, it’s not like I know how to speak any dialect of the Cellular Respiration or Photosynthesis family.

I’m drinking Evian water… fancy right. On the bottle it has that print of the Swiss Alps so I guess that’s where it’s from. What’s the American and European obsession with Alpine water? I don’t get it, low-key it tastes dry. I will not be elaborating on how water tastes dry.

The water in my dorm room makes my tummy runny, perhaps I had gotten used to the pristine and clean Joburg tapwater over the summer, thus my body has not taken a liking to London water.

 

This was more freeform writing because is that way; it forms, flows, funnels freely. I wanted to see how I flow.