"...that particular chill that comes from getting up in the early morning. The chill that must come from one's own bloodstream, for it comes in summer as well as winter, from some part inside of you that knows it is early morning." - From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler
This morning I woke up an hour earlier that I needed to, and so proceeded to grab my camera and head outside to capture the early morning. There was a slight chill in the air, not cold enough for a jacket, but enough to make the air feel fresh and clear.
Everything was covered in dew, from the plants, to the grass, to the glass tables on our deck. It's like the world hasn't woken up yet to shake off the cool mist that settled down overnight.
The dew covers everything like a blanket, making everything cool and clean before the summer sun comes down and warms the droplets straight back into the air.
The only movement in the still morning came from a few birds twittering away in the trees, and this whimsical hummingbird in our garden which I spun in a circle.
The grass is wet, which feels good when you walk on it with bare feet. Which is really the only way you should walk on grass early in the morning during the summer.
The dewy grass left my feet wet, and perfect for making footprints on my way back inside.
At this transition point in the day the sky was light, but down on the ground it was dark. The sun was already up, though I couldn't seem to find it, but down at earth level everything had yet to come to life. It was cool, dewy and still.
Every once it a while it is delightful to wake up early, and take that quiet, still time to yourself. Of course, I wouldn't suggest getting up early every day, I'm not crazy you know. But it can be nice to walk around and enjoy the world while the dew drops rest on the grass, and before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.
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