I shot this photo yesterday morning before leaving for work. The droplets looked beautiful to me. It rained last night, came down in buckets. And as I looked at these droplets I thought how they fell from the sky, from their source where they were one and not separate, but now they exhibit the illusion of separateness. Soon they will be a mist and rise to become one again, with their source but also each other. Only to repeat the cycle. Life after life.

“A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.” —Khalil Gibran