There is a constant dripping outside.

It almost seems like one can listen to threads of water falling to the ground.

Its sound is given by the surface.

(falling on dried leaves the sound is different from falling on water or stone)

Slurping, swooshing, gurgling.

The body is wrapped in its voice.

Mind and body are parting company.

Floating away.

 

It suddenly stops and all is quiet.

                   What a painful return!