She frowned at the sensation of her pants sticking to her thighs. The water dripped from her hair and face. If life were a drama she would be hiding her tears in the rain but truth is plainer than fiction and her heart hasn't been broken lately.
She is in fact thinking about the differences between grace and agility, more specifically about how to express them through ink painting.
The water in her dark hair reminisces about another life, a life it had spent as ink... the sensual feeling of the ink-stone, the intimate binding with the carbon black, and the brush delivering sweet rest on the silken sheets of paper, and then the little death leaving but a print in the world as life moves on to other forms.
Doodle from 2001