The Drop 

When a drop of water falls onto a hot stone, it's as if a miniature spectacle of nature unfolds beforeyour eyes. The drop, cool and serene, meets the sizzling surface with a sudden hiss, like the whisperof a secret being shared. It skitters, its edges dancing on the heated stone, as if testing theboundaries of its new environment.

As the heat seeps into its liquid form, the water's molecules quicken their pace, vibrating withenergy. The drop shudders, a shimmering bead of time, caught in a precarious balance. The surfacetension battles with the growing heat, a balletic struggle of opposing forces.

A faint mist, almost imperceptible, rises from the surface, a wisp of steam carrying with it the scentof wetness. The air is thick with humidity, a testament to the rapid transformation taking place.

The sound is a chorus of sizzles, a lively symphony of tiny pops and crackles, a ticking clock, as thewater bravely faces the searing heat. It's a vivid reminder of nature's resilience, an audiblemanifestation of the clash between the cool and the hot.

Slowly, the once proud drop begins to succumb. Its edges soften, its form starts to dissipate. It's as ifthe water, having put on a dazzling show, gracefully bows out. The liquid tendrils snake and curl,tracing an ephemeral dance on the surface before finally merging into the heated stone.

In the end, all that remains is an invisible smudge, a phantom of the drop's former self. The stone,having absorbed the offering, continues to radiate its warmth, a silent testimony to the transientbeauty that graced its surface.

Sara Vermeylen

Sunday 17.12

Two outdoor performances (Lübbenerstr. Görlitzerstr Görlitzer Park, Wrangelstr.)
Eva Marie Rosa and Sara Vermeylen