Morning Walk
We stroll along a small path surrounded by a wooden fence in New Hope Park. The path forms a half-circle around an inclined grassy slope with a shallow pond nestled within. I noticed that a section of the wooden fence has recently fallen to the ground—it wasn’t like this a few days ago.
My husband and I stand with our backs to the sun for a while, soaking in its warmth and hospitality. The park, close to our home, is always bustling with people exercising, whether it’s morning or evening. I gaze ahead, observing gleaming dew drops dotting the grass, as if someone had sprinkled a layer of salt. It reminds me of the Chinese phrase: “Reeds green, white dew turns to frost.”
Dewy grass-
gleaming drops meet cool blades
Day awakens slow
