Day 22 of 360 Days of Symbols. Today’s symbol? Dew.
You used to watch her wake in the early hours, crawl down to the grass and nip and suck the dew, lick it off each leaf with nimble tongue. Her skin would glow and her hair changed color slightly, and you wondered if you should say something. Should you let her know about your watching?
No, no, somethings are best held inside, close to heart, locked tight and clamped shut.
Eventually she left. You wondered if she turned into a lizard. Or maybe even a group of lizards. Would that be it? Could that be it?