The rain is pouring, the kids are screaming, the rent is due, the bills are due, the emails and phone calls demand attention. Where do we go from here? Nowhere of course! But in, in, in to the wild depths of frustration, of agitation, of anguish. To see that, when divested of their cloaks of definition, this is the energy of life stretching its limbs in another playful dance. The rain is still pouring, the kids are still screaming, but now there’s wonder in the perfection of this ‘imperfect’ moment.