Day 52 · Dewdrops
At 6:30 AM, on the lawn of the company garden, every leaf is topped with a dewdrop.
Small, round, and glimmering. When there's wind, they sway gently back and forth, but don't fall, as if playing games with the leaves.
Squatting down to look, the dewdrops reflect the sky. A cloud happens to drift by, captured inside that tiny water droplet, then drifts away. Then another cloud, drifting away again.
Suddenly it occurs to me that dewdrops actually exist for a very short time.
Once the sun comes out, they're gone.
Some last only an hour or two, while the longest barely make it t
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