Ever Flowing

A single drop of water clinked against the bottom of an empty glass.

Another drop fell from nowhere. The clink it made echoed in the glass and permeated through the open air.

The glass sat amidst the flowers of a field. There were no clouds and nothing stood above the glass.

Only the sun hung high in the sky.

Another drop fell.

Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

The sound methodically rang out as the sun drifted westward through the sky. The moon soon took the sun’s place, but the moon continued on.

The sound became deeper as the pitch lowered with each new drop.

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

The water inched ever higher in the glass.

The moon chased the sun in the sky.

The water held tight to the lip of the glass. The tension held it in its place, but the drops continued.

The tension broke, setting the water free. Water streamed over the edge, creating little rivers.

The drops continued.

The steady dripping never ceased; it never ended.