The crystals of snow that catch the afternoon sun, just so, are like a carpet of diamonds, carelessly cast, just so, into the tall grass on the side of the dry winter highway. The discarded tail feather of a magpie, just so, lays displayed in the center of the leaf-strewn sidewalk, just so, as if it were a shiny gift left here just for me. Fragments of rainbows dance on the wall, just so, are thrown into motion by an invisible breeze playing with the prism, just so, twirling and spinning colourful light in all directions. When we notice how the world around us catches the light, just so, we begin to see there is magic and wonder hidden, just so, in every moment of every day. xx