The Quiet Beauty of a Sweating Glass
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jan 25, 2025
The ice cubes clink, a tiny chime,
Defying the hot summer time.
And on the glass, a foggy lace,
Begins to form at a slow pace.
Then tiny beads begin to weep,
And secret, silent rivers creep.
A small, cool world of physics' grace,
Upon this ordinary space.
Defying the hot summer time.
And on the glass, a foggy lace,
Begins to form at a slow pace.
Then tiny beads begin to weep,
And secret, silent rivers creep.
A small, cool world of physics' grace,
Upon this ordinary space.