When the Grass Dances
These grasses not only grab the sun's brightness; they often take it for a dance, which may be a waltz, a samba, or anything in between or beyond. Any breeze at all will set a tempo, and the reflected sunlight will obligingly sway to the same silent tune.
The accompanying image of maiden grass was taken on one of those "partly cloudy" days. The sky was gray, then opened up bit by bit; the sun shone brightly, and the grass caught its light. Eventually, the cloud curtains closed again. The grass stayed there, waiting on the dance floor for the next shaft of sunlight to come along.
The day was cool, around twenty-seven degrees, with a breeze adding a windchill factor. When the clouds parted, they revealed a blue sky that was indescribably intense in color. Winter blue. The grass, the clouds, the sky, the sun, the breeze, the sharp air, the honking of the Canada geese, and no doubt other elements not consciously noted all combined to make it an exuberant moment to be alive. Outside.
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