|Watching water droplets dance on the pickup hood.|
As we went down the road, water droplets merge and scoot across the waxed hood falling down the side. They scoot and merge and crawl like an inch worm. Then speed up, sometimes they split again and race to the edge.
I have been watching a small cluster of droplets try to slide down the ravine on the pickup hood, only to be pushed back by the wind.
21 miles - and some of the droplets are still on the hood. The bigger group has grown smaller - dancing and wiggling like "hootchy cootchy" dancers.
50 miles - and still there is a small puddle dancing in place in the groove of the hood.
65 miles - and the water is valiantly surfing on the hood - riding into the wind.
73 miles - the small puddle of water is now the size of my fingernail, barely moving.
80 miles - a water ring now is all that is left.