I remember when I was living in Bangladesh with my retired parents, during the winter months we used to go for a walk in the fields early in the mornings just a little after sunrise, and would visit our plot of land to pick crops and herbs. We used to walk past massive rice fields; the rice look just like grass, and dew on them would beautifully glisten like pearls in the sun. Once we got to our pieces of land, we used to pick crops that we wanted to cook that day. The herbs used to be covered in dew, and would feel so crisp and smell so fresh in the cool morning air. That’s why looking at these glistening blades of grass in the cool morning sun, reminded me of the freshness of the grass and herbs I used to touch and pick in the early mornings during my years back home.