Frozen Pipes semi-resolved, Day 20 The morning raising of the bedroom window blind reveals a bright blue pipeline stretching east-west across the backyards of our neighborhood block, turning north at my forsythia bush. I look out the front of the house onto our street and it’s filled with orange trudging men. It’s raining water and corn snow as I ask one of them if he’s tired, because I know they’ve been at it non-stop. “Getting there, ya.” but he’s smiling Some of us gathered a while later to talk with Denis about what it’s been like – how the experience has raised questions about water as a human right (it is); how it should never every become a commodity for sale only to people who can afford it; little we know about the system that brings it to our taps (and want to know more); how good it feels to understand just exactly what 30 litres can do; how this is such a first-world problem but nevertheless bathing in our own homes will feel like heaven… the street. They brought the men dressed in orange and the blue pipes sometime in the early early morning. Brent next door left coffee out for them. And then I came to work to write music for Liz’ film and develop my water paintings concept a little further. I didn’t stop on the way to load up with 30 more litres, though I did consider it. At 7:30 my daughter texted this: “WAAAAAATERRRRR” this is a picture of happy. So never mind work. I’m going home to my bathtub and my washing machine now. Can you hear the angels singing?