single drop water

A single drop of water landed upon the polished stone, releasing a sharp metallic scent that briefly eclipsed the gourd’s earthy decay. From this point, a perfect circle spread outwards in symmetrical waves—each ripple darkening the verdigris at intersecting lines within the stone’s structure, like shadowed veins becoming more pronounced. The resonance wasn't an experience of witnessing, but rather a recalling; wood and bone seemed to vibrate with the system’s response to an incoming constraint, tightening with each successive reverberation. The surface held still after the last wave faded, reflecting the dim light evenly.