Juryrigged > Works > Writings > The Wonder of a Single Droplet

Flowing..Calm..Cool. The water trickled over the rocks in minute amounts. Each droplet of water lingered on the rocks for a few seconds before falling swiftly towards the lake. The droplet did not make a sound, it was barely even noticeable to the human eye, but it was there. It fell, always keeping its shape, staying in a singular form, just that single droplet. And then, the droplet met with the lake beneath it. A ripple formed at the place of meeting, just a small indication that something had hit the smooth surface of the water. It was just a tiny ripple on the surface, but it would spread. The first ripple would form a second one which moved outwards from the center. Then another one would move outwards from the last one, becoming larger and larger with each new ring formed. By the time it was done, there would be numerous rings all which broke out from that singular point in which the droplet fell. And within a few moments, it would be gone. Every trace of the droplet falling upon the water would dissipate. The ripple upon the water would just disappear into the normal surface of the lake. It would be as if that ripple had never formed, it was never there, except for the one who saw it. But eventually, somewhere down the line, another place would feel the force of this small droplet. It was the testament to how seemingly the smallest things, could be the catalyst for something big down the line.

Another droplet flowed down the edge of the rocking, moving in a path which would bring it to the very tip of the jagged rock. And then it lingered upon the very tip, just like its predecessor had done. It hung for dear life, that single droplet, falling lower and lower. Until … it fell towards the lake, being pulled by gravity to meet with this form of water. But as it was going to hit the surface of the water, a gloved hand suddenly placed itself beneath it. The droplet splashed against my hand, even smaller droplets flying through the air for a brief moment. Then the water spread upon my hand ever so slightly, like a small pool was being formed there. That was where this small amount of water stayed. Over the next few seconds, the water seeped into the material of my glove, and the only thing left upon it was the imprint of moisture. I slowly stood up from being crouched. I hadn’t been watching this simple sight long. But it seemed like time had stood still for those few precious moments. The beauty of such simple things never escaped me. I always found time to enjoy such things. I had an appreciation for it instilled inside me. These were truly times where I could relax.

I reached for the sheathe on my back, the sheathe which contained one of my three weapons. I pulled upon the handle in an upwards motion, bring the blade slowly out of its resting place. The zing of metal echoed throughout the area as the sword was now free. The sapphire hued blade of BlueHell was now within my right hand. I watched the scene once again, this time much more closely. The droplet slowly trickled down the edge of the jagged rock, leaving a trail of water in its wake. It lingered upon the edge for those brief seconds. And then it fell towards the lake once again. This time, though, I wanted to catch it much sooner than right before the lake. I swiftly swung BlueHell outwards to my right. And then with a single smooth motion, I brought it inwards right towards the path of the falling droplet. Not even a second had passed, but it all seemed to pass by in slow motion. I could see the droplet falling, being pulled by gravity to meet with the lake. But like that last time, I would intercept the falling droplet. BlueHell met with the droplet in mid fall. I heard a very faint plop as the water met against the metal of my sword. And at that moment, a ray of light shone upon the meeting pair. The water spread across the edge of the blade, right as the sunlight hit it. A small rainbow of colors formed upon the meeting place of the two substances. A spectrum of colors was all contained within this small amount of water. It was only for a brief second, but I saw it. And as I finished my swinging motion, most of the water was thrown off due to the force of the swing. I brought BlueHell up in a vertical position, and leveled the edge where the water met with my face. I focused upon that spot for a moment, and then ran my left hand over the spot slowly. There was still a bit of moisture on the blade, and it was apparent upon my glove. I reached for my back with my right, and put BlueHell back within its resting place.

I tilted my head back, looking at the jagged rocks above me. This was probably a small waterfall during the spring time. But now as the cold chill of winter set in, some of the water had frozen over. And much less fell over the edge now. I moved my head from right to left, overlooking the area before I would depart. I then, turned around and walked off towards another path. My black boots could be heard in the distance, pushing into the soft earth. And my black cloak was flowing within the wind which had now picked up. I had enjoyed this sight for enough today. It was time for me to move on to another destination. Where I would end up was a mystery. But I would fine out once I was there.

© Duelist.