I am captivated by the bit of water, caught upon my windshield. It is a pool resting there, below the wiper’s persistent sweep.
That wondrous operation of physics keeps it stuck and rippling, and I’m taken back to my 6th grade science class where we learned that water would pool up above the top of a glass and fight the spill-down that gravity eventually demands.
The support of a together-bond is a miraculous thing, but in overflowing, there must be the breaking up and letting go – as is happening now as I slow, rivulets form, my glass clears of water.