Dance Of the Droplets
Cruising Thoughts — 2!
It is a beautiful morning as I sit over the starboard side, sipping a tea with a cool breeze blowing over from the South China Sea. I decided to spend some time observing the calm waves from the balcony. A pleasant breeze dense with oxygen tingled and made my nostril tip warm. All I can hear is the harmonious sound of waves striking against one another. No people, no noise, no pollution, no masks, and nothing — just me and the Sea!
The breeze over the Sea was creating perennial waves that sprayed drops of seawater all over. Each of these drops rises along and out of the waves saying,
“Am the first; watch me am here”!
Another said, “Am the Best; watch me am here!”
I was listening to the sounds of waves gushing, which appeared as if these drops were chatting amongst themselves.
From hiding behind the clouds came the Sun with a lot of reluctance. It appeared as if the Sun had a hangover last night after a party. A little vibrant rainbow appeared with a stroke of sunshine over these drops.
