here's a secret. i should be paying bills and making doctor appointments and doing laundry. instead, i'm looking at photos of seaweed. strange, bright, glistening orange vegetation from some mysterious underwater world. emerald sea-moss, washed up at my feet one brilliantly hot summer's day, to meet the lens of my camera.
and somehow the things to do take second place to the things which shout out "miracle!"
isn't that a wonder?