Ashgrove made me think. A lot. About many things. How something so vital to your life could kill you. Not enough and you shrivel up, dehydrate. Too much and it becomes toxic and it poisons you. Water, specifically. Marriage, too. The whole film felt organic, familiar. It was shot in chronological order and I loved that because it's not an easy feat. Each interaction was subtle and as I watched I wondered how many things in my own life I brushed aside with good intentions, meaning to deal with later, and never did. I found myself wanting to pay attention so as not to miss a thing. A main theme was remembering. When Jennifer had her "Aha!" moment at the end so did I. It felt interactive. That's never happened to me before. I'm writing this 2 days later because there was so much to take in and yet it was so simple. Kind of like life. Sometimes we can't see the forest for the trees. We must be fully present to keep the balance. Love isn't just an emotion. It's a constant state of being. And sometimes tears can save the world.