In the middle of summer's bounty..I would never have found her. Buried - she would have been - in a garden of flowers...their beauty out shining.
On a clear and beautiful morning...I might not have been looking. Other - shinier..brighter..flashier - things would have caught my eye and attention.
But on this day..in a fog that is so dense I could barely see two steps in front of me - she appeared. As if out of nowhere. Altho I know..and she knows - she's been right there in that exact same spot...for all of the time.
Just one more reminder - among so many. On the darkest..messiest..foggiest of days - there is always beauty. There is always light.