From the kitchen window, the neighbor’s field was lit with sunset yellow past my shady backyard. I walked to the back of the property to get a better picture of the shade-framed yellows and found that the view wasn’t as nice as from my kitchen window. I looked up to discover the sun lit up one spot in the dark corner – a red vine twined around the old tree, aglow in the sunset. If I had stayed in my kitchen, I never would have seen the flame.
Sparkle is all about perspective… the point of view… how you observe the situation.
But if you take the effort to look at something from a new point of view, the entire scene changes. Then you might catch a glimpse of the sparkle.
Observed from a different angle, kneeling and low, looking up to the light, the flower becomes a piece of fragile pink lace, with flecks of sun caught in the folds.