I was commanded to rest. I took opportunity to do so by lying on my back on the lawn, watching clouds drift on the wind that stirred the maple and pine boughs. I couldn’t resist the urge to take a picture of the sky; then I turned the camera toward what the clouds might see.

I love this photo. The dappled sunlight, the mixed greenery of grasses and broadleaf plantain, a smile that connects to my eyes… and I look closer at the glint shining there.

Because I know what I was looking toward, I know that light is a reflection of the sun. I ponder the ubiquitous phrase baseball players the world over have blamed for dropping a flyball, and I determine that I like the sun in my eyes. It means I’m experiencing sunshine out-of-doors, where I exist best. That glint is a hint of the joy reaching deep into my soul, just as sunrays settling in to warm my skin.

And then I think: Is that glint visible to others? Do they get a glimpse of sunshine when they look into my eyes?

One might consider a further play on words: The Son was in her eyes. Do I Songaze often enough to reflect the source of my joy?

I hope you see and feel joy today — and if you find yourself without sunshine, I hope I can have the great privilege of offering you a glimpse of what you’re missing. 🌞