Today I woke in the dark and was busy making lunches during the sunrise, though surely it happened. And I drove in the low morning light along the San Miguel River for half an hour, not once noticing the color of the water, the scent on the banks, though past experience leads me to believe that there were thousands, millions, of tiny beautiful miracles happening there in that half hour alone. How much beauty is lost on me every day, every moment? Though as I stepped out of the car to walk into work, I saw, stuck to my boot, one brilliant orange aspen leaf outlined in gold, and for a whole minute, I stared at it, marveled at its symmetrical veins, its delicate stem, the astonishing intricacy of its edges. How easily gloriousness finds us, sticks to us even. How wholly available, this art of meeting the glittering, luminous world. Rosemerry Wahtola ...