My work room at home overheats, so I leave the window open a crack.

I hate how wasteful this is, but I love how it lets a bit of the outdoors in.

I hear the steady drip of last night’s snowfall melting off the roof.

The beautiful white blanket of fresh snow is disappearing.

Soon, the view outside my window will be shades of brown and grey.

The steady drips mark the time between now and soon, between white and brown.

They also remind me of beauty’s different looks, shapes and sounds.

My gorgeous white is becoming nutritious wet for the trees and plants.

Solid is stealthily turning to liquid.

Nothing stays put.

My right now is different from what it was an hour ago.

Each drop reminds me that I am changing, too, one stealthy drop at a time.

John Terauds, CPE Intern