It’s around 6 a.m. and I’m out in the field, in a grassy meadow that hasn’t been cut in years. At this hour on a sunny June morning, it’s wet out here! The sun is low but fully risen, backlighting the dew. The light is intensely glittering but without glare, like millions of tiny droplet-sized lightbulbs, each nearly as bright as the sun. To get to the tool shed, I’m walking a well-trodden single-file path through the unchecked grass. Weighed down blades lean in and soak a line in my jeans as I brush by. Rubber boots for sure. It’s almost mind-blowing when you think about how much water is gathered out there, all in single drops. Then the sun burns it off in an hour or two, and it’s back to the regular day.
