I stand absorbed by the falling water. Like moments in time they coomr and go so fast. Lost to the pool below, mixed together in an inseparable mix.
Yet my pool of thoughts can be separated, in mixed from the rest to bring g back moments in a drop, feelings lost to be rediscovered.
Soon I’m lost to every falling drop, memories crash over me in a crescendo and the moments lost in the torrent until I can feel them again.