The dance of the droplets

Waiting at a stop light. Adele crooning. Light sprinkle of rain. Caramel macchiato flavors bursting on my tongue.

Watching the headlights of oncoming cars shine through my windshield, making the droplets of rain appear to be dancing across my dashboard.

I think of the devastation, the sadness in the world. But this moment is quiet, peaceful, and exciting all tied up, like a beautifully wrapped present, beckoning to be opened.

Almost untouchable.

These moments don't come very often, and I wonder if the rarity of them is why I treasure them so.


(What was your favorite moment this week?)