evaporate birdmad washed my hands in the outside spigot after tending to a small chore in the back yard. chilly and rainy morning, i looked and saw wispy trails of moisture in the air not coming from my breath but from the warming water dissipating from the surface of my hands and arms i had never really noticed anything quite like that before. thoughts of Dracula crossed my mind and for a moment, i imagined it would be quite neat to be able to consciously unbind myself from my own form and roam about as a cloud of mist 040125 what's it to you? who go blather from