I tried to just sit on the porch and do my morning readings and meditation. But the sun was out for the first morning in a while and our field was reflecting that calling light off the morning dew. I just had to go and wander through it.
“The person who doesn’t scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
Hunter S. Thompson
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