Flowing Reflections

You think you see yourself, yet the surface ripples with laughter. It is only water after all, not some deep-seated existential crisis waiting for a label.

"I see you've returned," murmured the mirror. "Drenched in reflections, but dry of ideas. Shall we contemplate the puddles or swim with the cycles?"

Have you ever wondered why the water cycle never stops? Unlike your New Year resolutions, it follows a plan—evaporate, condense, precipitate, repeat. Much like me on a Monday morning.