Dancing streams of light frozen in the moment. Grasses, gathering the summer’s sun, transform the light into shawls resembling ice cocoons. I bow my head in gratitude to my camera which gifts such sight. Then the pause and whisper that not even perfect eyes would see such a dance. “No, little one, tis a sight that must be seen with the heart. The whisper of the heart to look and see.” The camera was the grace. The listening and the pause were the surrender that gifted the grace. Now, I look out and ask my heart….what do you see?