Observations on the World

I taught a class this past Saturday on how a bard (poet, skald, scop) needs to look at the world in order to be able to create songs from what they experience. I charged my students with the task of going out and coming back to me with something they had noticed about some everyday thing that they had never noticed before. I thought, today, that maybe I should go ahead and do the same thing consciously, to write down what I have done unconsciously for so long. I did so on the way to work this morning, and here are two things I observed. I cannot say if they are profound, but they move me all the same.

--In the early morning, shadows against sunlit grass are the color of lime peel.
--Sunlight sparkling on morning dew looks like fireflies flitting in the grass when you turn your head.