Gossamer
Every little breath, every movement is reflected in vibrations that travel across the surface of a droplet of water. So miniscule when normally viewed, but it is seemingly infinite when so close. Momentarily, it dances to an invisible shudder, though the originating twitch is too small to see. Despite rippling movements, the drop remains in place, at least for the moment. In an eye blink the droplet is tossed, taking flight, as it spins and changes shape in the air. Molecules jockey for position as the droplet’s mass feels out a new place to center itself within the amorphous air-borne blob into which it has converted. It never takes long, as in the end gravity takes over and the downward pull is asserted. The droplet is pulled together, still spinning as it rapidly passes leaf and stem, pushing through light currents of air to a final destination below. It strikes stone, and divides itself in collision to seek lower ground. Separated now, it slides down stony surfaces seeking soil in to which it may be absorbed. A dragonfly heads in a different direction, its gossamer wings reflecting in the light.
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