I was cranky about having to run an extra errand on the way to work this morning, but as I was walking along I noticed a clump of grass that had a tiny, perfectly spherical dewdrop on the tip of each blade. And then I saw that every sparkling blade of grass in every yard had a tiny bead of dew at its tip and the sun was slanting at this dazzling angle that made everything feel unreal and I thought, I'm forty and I still don't know how to imagine myself at this age and I certainly thought I'd know it all by now, but I've been looking at dewy grass for forty years and I never once noticed that that dewy grass has a tiny sphere of dew at the tip of each blade of grass, and every part of me filled up with wonder and freshness and joy and hope and I was sundazzled and walking and completely absorbed in looking at a thousand thousand beads of dew on a thousand thousand grass blade tips, and then I looked up! And there was a teenage magnolia blooming right in front of my eyeballs, with the most spectacular purple-pink flowers just starting to unfold, and my heart just broke from the beauty and amazement and wholeness of this world.
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