It's been a rough few days -- nothing terrible, but I've been struggling to find balance and beauty, which seem to go hand in hand for me. The latter is easy to find when I'm calm, and it's a lot easier to be grace-full in the presence of beauty. For today, this snippet on my walk, a translation of a line from a song: 

"when the sunray landed, it wrote on the dewdrop these stories of the clouds."