Tiny Miracles

The sun peeks from behind a cloud casting its soft golden rays on the field of grass below. The grass undulates as one in the breeze blowing to and fro. Every now and again in the undulating masses a pop of color can be seen. When the breeze blows just right a pop of purple, or blue or red hiding among the tall grasses, hiding in plain sight. Like tiny miracles or dreams, appearing where and when you least expect them.