Windows are covered with miniature droplets of dew...

Small brown puddles from an array on the lonely roads...

Once in a while a minute speck of water drops into a still, island of water creating ripples of infinite circles...

Soon the last one emerges for a fraction of a minute and then disappears...

A car passes causing the puddle to shake, but it only lasts a second...

Soon it happens again shaking more droplets off roofs only this time they fall on the ground...

Moisturizing the soil...

They cause worms to wiggle out of the collage of nature...

Soon weeds also peek out...

Checking to see if spring has woken up...

Checking to see if spring has arrived...

Checking to see if it’s the first taste of spring...

Checking to see if it’s....

The right day...