These shots came from an unexpected class cancellation in the early morning. I got to campus just in time for the light to be peaking over the trees on the backside of the parking garage. There’s a shaggy patch of grasses at the top of the hill, and the breeze was gently pushing these stalks of grass, glistening with morning dew. I spent about an hour before class watching the grass dance, trying to capture that glitter on surfaces only morning hours can produce. This type of meditation helps me refocus my appreciations for the deeper connections present in every aspect of our existence and experience. Remind yourself daily of the mystery in your existence. Allow yourself to become entranced with the way light hits grass.