Oh my little feather friend, how long have you gone unnoticed? The early morning sun drew me to your presence. The shadows danced upon your weave creating the images of trees. And the tiny sprig of grass making its way upward gave life to the shadows. I may not have seen when first gifted. Sometimes I think I look too hard and do not see the obvious. But then I think, gifts are received when the heart is ready. Not only a feather gifted this morning, but the play of light, the earths fingers reaching up, and the drops of melted snow the image did not capture. The gift of play, light, hint of spring… and the heart ready to receive.