Sometimes our vision becomes cloudy, unclear…as I looked out my window one summer morning, I was reminded of that. My window was covered in drips of water from the hot, humid night before and the cool air stirring early morning. I couldn’t see clearly outside. All was a blur. However, the same fragrant flowers, the same delicate birch tree with its branches hanging low, the green grass and clear blue sky still remained. All the beauty was there. Nothing had changed. It was