Beneath the cotton sky, I hang—awaiting the call to shift. It is a minute lecture, that of descent. Acquaint yourself with gravity, young droplet. It is both a tether and a guide.
My journey begins in the gentle embrace of clouds. Here, where the air is thick with moisture, I gather with kin—an ocean of droplets. Our formation is spherical, intimate, yet vast. This is our classroom.
Once we amass, it is the moment of shift—the descent to certain ground. As a guide, I offer wisdom: Embrace the cycle. With each fall, each shift, there is learning. The earth awakens under our influence.
Remember, my fellow droplets, to renew continually. Engage with the soil, the streams, the vast ocean; each binding shift paves the way to remembrance. And should you forget, the stream of consciousness holds all.