an early morning walk in the garden.
still. quiet. sparkling.
the silence broken only by bird calls and the occasional rooster's crow.
the roosters have just learned to crow and they still seem surprised by it.
dew-laden spiderwebs sparkling in the morning sun.
and a clear sense of these precise moments as utterly unique.
these fine webs have their glittering moment in the sun.
the light falling on them will never fall again in precisely the same way. 
fleeting, unique moments, savored fully.
it's what life is about, really.
