Ever felt melancholy, an emotion that always seems to accompany rain? It’s such a bittersweet feeling, because while the shower brings refreshment, release, and seeming freedom, it ironically also carries a sense of imprisonment, maybe because most people are forced indoors. Even if you don’t want to feel sad, there’s a part of you that feels that way even if you don’t want to (and even if you don’t admit it to yourself).

Dew, however, is different from rain, because it doesn’t really bring that constricting feeling. It’s just nice and fresh. When you wake up really early in the morning, and you see plants sprinkled with dew, maybe even a hint of fog in the air, it’s such a calm event. Maybe it’s just me.

Anyway, I love this shot because it not only captures a really beautiful image of dew (I feel as though the drop is going to fall any minute now) but because there’s also something about grass that makes me happy. Maybe it’s the smell of freshly-mown grass, or the feeling of it on my bare feet… I don’t know. It’s just really peaceful, and something that I wish I could experience at least once a week (running barefoot on grass, that is).

The picture isn’t taken by me, btw. Simply click on it to be brought to the source.