Stepping out my front door one early spring morning in Adelaide, South Australia, my mind was intent on getting to the bus on time. I wasn’t running late, but I wasn’t running early, either. It was a particularly calm morning with a cold, clear blue sky and not a breath of wind. It had obviously been that way for some hours. The sun was no more than an hour into the day and as I walked down the driveway, something small and glittering caught my attention.
It was a drop of dew on a newly unfolded leaf on one of the standing roses in the front yard. I stopped and in looking, noticed that there wasn’t just one drop of dew but many, formed into small balls on the serrated tips of the leaves, like so many tiny worlds of water. If the weather conditions had not been perfect, calm, ideal, these tiny gems would have dropped to the ground long before I emerged into the day. But they hadn’t. I went inside and got my camera. I missed my bus.
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