I more-or-less hypnotised myself in the shower yesterday. I always enjoy showers, but there are days when they provide just the right kind of sensory stimulus to lull me into a trance. Yesterday was one of those days. I was quite stressed out and the steady spritz of water was calming, like a slowed-down aural version of TV-screen static. The steam billowed around me as I lost all sense of time, savouring the feeling of warmth on my skin and the slightly metallic notes in the smell of hot water. Washing long forgotten, I stood beneath the jet and tasted the kiss of water on my lips and relished those occasional rivers of water that happen when you stand on the right angle.
Mostly, my shower-trances happen simply when I have time to enjoy them; I’m – thankfully – not prone to stress. But in moments like that, moments when everything’s all a bit much and a bit fast and a bit hard, a shower is the perfect therapy, a simple and calming focus for all the senses to cling to.