From my comfy spot on the loveseat the other day, I admired the reflection of the Christmas tree lights in the bookcase’s wavy glass. The beauty awed me. I entered the sunroom today hoping to see it again, and I did. But! The moment I stepped onto the tile floor and glanced at that bookcase, I saw the reflection of a REFLECTION of the lit tree and much more. It took me a bit to sort it all out.
I found that the big picture window reflected the tree lights and the blue sky and the rising sun, and the wavy glass reflected the reflections in the big picture window! The lit candelabras on the big window’s sill reflected in the wavy glass, too; and the whole magical scene drew me closer, astonished. It still does as I gaze at this picture and lean in to admire all the pretty lights — not one of which exists inside that bookcase at all.
Funny, the title of that book right there in the middle: The Sense of Wonder. Indeed!
