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Condensation
I slurp a drink from my water bottle and admire
the sparkling condensation beaded all over it. The air is warm and humid from this morning’s spring rain. I run my thumb along the water bottle, breaking up the beads of water clinging to the plastic. Now there is wa- ter sliding along my thumb. It drips o my thumb and hangs in the air. I watch as all the condensation on my water bottle departs from the plastic and rises into the air. A million tiny water droplets are suspended before me, as if they are a ected by neither the time nor the physics of this world. They sparkle as they twist in the air, each one moving as it desires, obeying neither the law of gravity nor the path of the wind. I blink, the water that had been on my thumb lands on my knee with a cold splash, and the rest of the condensation has returned to my water bottle.
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