These tiny little nozzles that spring out of the ground at their preset times and circle around sprinkling water to maintain the greens, continue to amuse me.
I’ve passed them on the side of the walkway while running in the morning and enjoyed whatever little cool sprinkling of water-drops they had to offer. There have been times where I’ve walked out well dressed for an occasion and dodged them to keep my clothes dry.
At night or early morning, depending on how you perceive it – I’ve stumbled on them. Just the other night walking back from some place, wobbly, tipsy, floating through the walkway as I was making it back home, I just stood and starred at them in the background of tiny night-lamps that lid my way back home.
How I perceived these sprinklers just like the ones in my mind, sprinkling controlled drops of memories every now and then in my head. How those sprinkles had different impact on myself. Sometimes I enjoyed and embraced them, how sometimes I dodged the bitter memories and how I just stood there amused caressing some beautiful letdowns, how I cherished those butterflies in my stomach.
Except for those sprinklers have a schedule and ones in my mind, I’ve no control over.
Neo
