Recently I had an opportunity to hop (get it? I’m a grasshopper?) through a nearby prairie and enjoy the early morning dew. What made it even better was that first you have to walk a few hundred feet through woods. Along the way, an emerald canopy above, lush moss beneath, and a cool breeze lays a light mist upon your face (which can actually get a bit annoying if you are stuck wearing glasses) half expecting a hobbit to appear. Then, stepping through a small opening (briefly doing battle with a few, rather obnoxious, vines) you are forced to just stand there for a moment and take it all in. Like ocean waves, rolls of mist crash upon cranberry bush shores carrying with it the unmistakable scent of honeysuckle. A truly surreal place indeed.