I watch the drip work it’s way down the patterned wall.
My fingers tremble as I fight the urge to intercede.
Let it be, I urge myself.
Allow nature to take its intended course.
I look away.
The heat from the sun fills my face with warmth and my eyes are filled with brightness.
Closing my eyes against the light, I ponder the drip.
Has it eluded its terminal destination?
There it is, the drip, hovering on the edge of oblivion.
I examine it closer, and I cast its fate.
My lips graze the bottom of the cone.
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Carolynn Waites is a Ninja Writer. She enjoys the opportunity to learn and discover new things about the world in which we live. Along with freelance writing, Carolynn works in a library and enjoys animals, reading books, gardening, crafting, and spending time outside enjoying nature.