In the city, I never thought about water.
I turned on the tap. It was always there.
Now, every drop we use comes from the sky - caught, stored, and shared between the garden, the dishes, the showers, and the soil.
I’ve stood at the tank gauge in disbelief. How fast it drops. How much we use. How little we noticed, back then.
It’s humbling.
You feel the weight of a long dry week. You celebrate the sound of rain on the roof.
Water means something different now. Not just convenience. But life.
– Jamie