I took some time the other day to go on a walk without my phone.
I found myself in a laneway behind some homes. A house had a planter hanging from a low window.
It had rained that morning and everything was still a bit wet.
I stopped to look at the plants and notice the drips that were still sitting on a leaf.
There was one drip that was blanced on the end of a leaf, not yet falling, just waiting at the very tip.
I reached out my finger to touch it and it transferred to my fingertip.
I moved it back to the top of the leaf so it could start it’s journey again, spend some more time on the leaf before finally falling to the ground.