'Drizzles' by Julia Smith

  

I have a jar where I keep water. It’s getting quite full now. I got the idea when I didn’t know what to do with my tears. After that I just thought it would be cool to keep going. There are a few droplets of freezing fog which I really don’t want to talk about, the shocking blue of beautiful islands, the splash off a diving board, the first dip of each year, unexpected thunderstorms, 6 am showers, torrential rain on canvas. There is the ice that formed around my heart, which still floats on the surface in melancholy-shaped cubes