A Temporary Matter..

The notice in my head said that it was a temporary matter.

And it really was.

A matter of choice

I opened the refrigerator and poured myself a very cold glass of water. It was a hot day. Slowly and gradually, the little beads of condensation started making their downward descent. Some were plummeting down at speeds that would put F1 racers at shame. While a few were just hanging on , wondering and hoping that their dear life would be saved if only someone thought of lifting the glass and tilting it. I watched and I watched but I did nothing. I waited for it become warm and then finally when all the beads had settled and solvated into the icy bottom and had made an ominous ring on my table did I decide to pick up the glass. But the water had become hot and I was no longer interested in it. I went up to the fridge again and poured myself another glass of chilled water.

And the cycle continued.