Small wonder

As I stepped out of the hot shower this morning, the sunlight was streaming through the tree in the back yard and refracted by the frosted glass of the bathroom window. The tiny mist droplets from the shower were individually and collectively visible in the light, and I first noticed them floating upward on a draft of warm air. I kept my eye on this space as I continued to towel off, seeing how the gradual downward drift of the mist would be disturbed by the air currents from the movement of my body and the towel. As I finished drying, I playfully blew through the air, observing the mist as it was parted by and swirled around the puffs of air.