I squealed like a child to see the reflections.  The tree so textured and infused with geometric designs. The white – was it from the sun? A light coating of an oily substance upon the water? The images mirrored how my eyes often see the world. Would the image provide clarity and detail different from what I saw? How many times have I laughed to see something on the computer image so vastly different from the image my sight said was before me? Would this be another “oh my” to see two different worlds portrayed? No. The worlds were indeed one and the same. I know not why, or the intent of the whisper, except to see the beauty of distortions.