Here we go again! Finally it is here. The first morning drizzle of this winter. I am not a big fan on weekdays. Makes your life lil’ complicated because you still got to go and work. Earn your living and pay your bills etc.
But there is something absolutely amazing about these first season drops. The sound it makes when falling on freshly laid tar. The misty touch it hits your face with. You wipe it dry to be hit with it all over again. And then again. The way it forces the most undisciplined of the lot on streets to walk in a straight file. Each one of them trying to avoid getting drenched.
But what really amazes me is the power these tiny droplets have. What else could engulf an ever burning blaze of mighty sun but these tiny, powerless, evaporative, almost non existent fickle hydra fumes? What an irony! Amazing! Is not it?
But there is something absolutely amazing about these first season drops. The sound it makes when falling on freshly laid tar. The misty touch it hits your face with. You wipe it dry to be hit with it all over again. And then again. The way it forces the most undisciplined of the lot on streets to walk in a straight file. Each one of them trying to avoid getting drenched.
But what really amazes me is the power these tiny droplets have. What else could engulf an ever burning blaze of mighty sun but these tiny, powerless, evaporative, almost non existent fickle hydra fumes? What an irony! Amazing! Is not it?
