There, on the tower, I noticed someone making observations. I tried to guess that maybe the man was a lighthouse keeper and it was his turn to guard that day. He occasionally looked around as if anxiously waiting for something. I cast a faraway look around. I found nothing but hairs supporting lacewing eggs on dry grass. The sky was getting cloudier, and slowly small drizzles fell from the sky. The lighthouse keeper remained, while the lacewing eggs held back the drizzle. The raindrops that formed small crystals on the hair shafts and eggs made it even more beautiful.
