Elf Drops

My most vivid memories from being a kid are various bits of car trips. I remember driving through the night, Nick and I in the back seat laying against each door with our feet up against each others in the middle. I would stare out the window when it would rain and the drops would run off the window sideways. I would pretend that they were racing or running away or to something. I would pick one little drop and I would root for it to win whatever race it was. I still look at drops of water singularly instead of collectively. I just have a history of singling them out as individuals.

Elf Drops.
Just went up in my shop tonight.