What we believe can be the elusive butterfly for which we reach. The unexpected beauty that flutters among us, teasing us with its promise. We hold out our hands and hold our breath, waiting and hoping the truth will touch us.
I close my eyes and wish for things I’ve never seen; I believe in things I’ve only dreamed.
With a whisper and a shake, this snow globe is bathed in a shimmering light. So close and so nearly out of reach; and nothing we can say or do will change what will happen next.
Ask yourself: do you believe?
