The Farm

What is it about the early morning? A heavy mist weighing down the grass, a tiny droplet suspended for a moment before crashing down. The light mist along the edge giving the farm an etherial feel to it. And in the East, light streams forth. An array of colors explode upon the horizon. Only at dawn and dusk do we get a rainbow of colors. A way of opening and closing the day?

(note, the image above is not the farm referred to in the post, nor the one I am staying at)
English Vintner