There is a certain path that I walk in the morning each day. I have two dogs and we take in the early morning air, sounds of the forest and the glory of sunshine filtering down through the trees with gusto.
Although the route is timeworn, the things I see and what I envision are new to me each day. This single droplet for instance: In this forest, many pine needles fall and quite often they land astride another branch... forming an upside-down V.
To my delight one day last winter, after a light rain, I came upon a bare-limbed smallish tree heavily decorated with these fallen pine needles. Each needle holding tightly to one clear droplet of rainwater. Sunlight caught each droplet as if they were holiday decorations of only the finest jewels.