I am five years old again. I sit in my parents’only vehicle and stare out the window. I don’t know why I am there, or where there is, I am simply there. Drizzles of rain fall from the sky coating everything in wetness. Droplets scatter on my window covering every inch. Cohesion fascinates me as I see one drop bump into another, morphing into one. The combined weight causes the droplet to race down the window, moving faster with each new addition. It reaches finality as it disappears out of sight.
I choose another at the top and select a second one just off to the side. A race ensues as each one finds a mate to adhere to. I pick the one on the left, surely the path before it provides adequate drops to prevail. My eyes lock on to the bubble, my finger on the back Side seemingly guides the droplet to victory. I silently celebrate my victory and choose another contender. Preparing for another race, I wait patiently for the right condition. Oblivious to anything going on around me other than rain drops and races. Oh the bliss of being five.
Discover more from Heather Congrove
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
I used to do this. I also remember staring out the window imagining that someone is running and jumping from post to post that the phone lines hang on. I spent a lot of time in the car as a kid! These are the things that kept us busy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh my goodness!!! Yes!! I actually wrote an article about this called imaginary friends. I wrote it the same day I wrote “Rain Drops and Races” . It publishes on the 4th of June. So funny that you would think of that as well. Thank you for commenting and God bless!
LikeLiked by 1 person