I had to laugh at the grumpy face. As I stared the grumpy seemed to be laughing. The laughter drew sadness as I saw the sparkling tear droplet. So many faces. So many emotions. They were, after all, just leaves floating in the lake. But then, came the whisper, “How does one tell laughing tears from sad tears or from the sweet tears of a touched heart?” “You listen with the heart” I replied. “Are they still just leaves floating in the lake?” asked the whisper. Staring into the eye I noticed the ripples, the transparent leaf upon which the face rested, the touch of red. Cool tears upon my face were my only reply.