Day 97: Five More Water Sketches

The home stretch to Day 100 is proving tough indeed. Think of this a regrouping.

 ***

The morning water draws a line from bank to bank. Bare aspens stagger out of the beaver pond and climb up the flooded slope. The edge is crisped with ice.

***

The first pellet of rain draws a line from a sagging cloud bruised purple by the punch of a Canadian cold front into the trailing edge of a Midwestern warm thing. The drop never hits the ground. It wallops the windshield of Anna Cortez’s Honda loud enough to startle her from fidgeting with the radio.

 ***

A vinegar water squirt draws a line from the red nozzle of a spray bottle to the fleeing head of an overcurious cat.

“Son of a bitch! I already fed you.”

 ***

The meniscus draws a line on the graduated cylinder indicating that Ian has just added 8 milliliters too much acid to his lab experiment. Again. It’s either dump it out and start over or do the math to figure out how many more moles of sodium hydroxide to measure out.

***

The edge of the water crystal draws a line to the next branch then angles to an obtuse 120 degrees. The branch grows in hexaradial symmetry to the next corner and makes a 240 degree turn back to parallel before the author stops trying to use geometry to describe a snowflake.

Word count:  236