Morning sunlight on dewy fox tail grasses.
I've always loved these. Now I'm privileged to see them each morning that I get to walk. Sometimes I just have to pause and run my hand along one to feel it's delightful fuzziness. Even when I leave them unmolested, I enjoy the way they end in graceful droops that top the field with curves rather than the usual spikiness. They're soft in all the best ways.
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