From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
To me, more often than not, the simplest things are the most precious. A glorious ray of sunshine. The delicate fragrance of mimosa at dusk. The soothing stillness of nature. A serendipitous encounter. In this case, these beautiful words by Ralph Waldo Emerson. How could I better express what I feel at this very moment?