Dewdrops … Droplets of dew

I’ve always loved to wander around when the sun has half rised: the contrast between parts on which sun shines and which are still burried in the shadow is striking – parts of earth and so everything on it onto which the sun shines are lively, meeting the new day vigorously; yet the shaded parts are neither dead nor sleeping, yet not lively, as if they are still living the marvelous instant between sleep and wakefulness…

Lately grass, flowers, leaves are all covered with dewdrops early in the mornings.
And so wandering around early in the mornings-when the sun hasn’t rised fully yet- to enjoy dewdrops on greenness has become one of my morning rituals lately.

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The droplets of dew glitter like brilliants…

I feel as fresh as those dewdrops…
I feel sparkling: as if the glitters of dewdrops penetrates me and so I reflect their glitters…
To be able to witness the duration when half of the earth is vivid and the other half is at the instant between sleep and wakefullness and to watch droplets at the same time makes me happy…

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