It appeared in her face. I caught just the right angle and the glimpse became a full-blown panorama. It was one of those moments you just can’t miss. The enduring endearment of revelation displayed so genuinely. Sincerity in the purest form. The lighting was perfect to catch the depth of the subject.  What was it she said?  Or does it really matter what the words were?  Words are inadequate to display this revelation.  She spoke of her childhood in Kansas. She spoke of the relentless wind capturing the trees into bent forms. You can’t see the wind but you know…