Sometimes these eyes that struggle so to see do sadden my heart. Because I know my vision is distorted the camera has become my eyes. The camera and computer allow me to see what I could not see. Sometimes, sometimes, when something so delicate, and for me breathtakingly simple, appears on the screen I just sit back and sigh. If my eyes could see would I have wondered what the blossom truly looked like? It is so small, not even the size of my fingernail.  Would its presence have given me pause or been dismissed and unnoticed? Oh that its image would always remind me to see the imperfections of life as a gifted opportunity to see grace, beauty, and let my heart sigh.