The drop of dew slid down the blade of grass.
It was like seeing a shooting star.
Maybe I’ll see another dew drop fall I thought. The grass was full of dew and I’d be sitting for another half hour at least.
Always more. Always the next thing.
Why wasn’t seeing the one drop of dew fall enough?
A half hour later, it was still the only one I saw. So suddenly it became even more special.
I’ve never seen dew slide down a blade of grass, and there’s a good chance I’ll never see it again.
Once again I’m shown, more is not necessarily better.
