My eye caught it before my mind saw it. My body had moved passed it. I moved back. A single hanging dewdrop.
Something about it stopped me. The boldness of its holding on. Defying the day’s sun starting to dry the neighboring berries. Reversing the gravity drawing it back to the earth.
Maybe it was the new day. Maybe it was the sunshine. Maybe it was The Good Place waves returning to the water speech still fresh on my mind. Maybe it was remembering to SEE.
I’m glad I stopped. And saw — if only for a moment — the whole world in a dewdrop.