Morning dew

I strolled briefly through the garden at dawn. The sunbeams grew increasingly intense, yet the dew drops were still visible, glistening on the strands of grass. Seated on a bench, I immersed myself in the experience, feeling the gentle gusts of wind against my skin. I undressed to fully relish the blend of the balmy sun and soothing breeze—and to indulge in the pleasure I could intensify with my own touch.