From vapor forming on windowsills…
To droplets dripping down glass…
Solidifying and resting upon rooftops…
To condensation stretching out as it freezes.
Frozen in time…
Only to melt once again…
And bring life back from hibernation.
Water shifts into many forms, so why am I so rough on myself when I go through mine?
Beautiful insight and photos.
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Thank you! 🙂
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