Every Blade of Grass

I'm just back from a visit with my father. One morning I woke early to find fog covering the lake, and went down to the shore.




It was cool, and very still, but nature had been at work.

There were fairy cobwebs.

And alien spaceships.

And jeweled tapestries.

I sat and watched the sun slowly become visible through the fog, as swallows skimmed silently over the water...

...and every single blade of grass seemed precious.